By OPAL STANLEY WHITELEY
OPAL STANLEY WHITELEY
The Hows and Whys
And Whens and Wherefores
Of the Ways of our little neighbors
Round about home,
And a little distant
in the fields and woods —
Some of whom you have met before,
And others for whom you
will eagerly watch and listen.
Publiihed by OPAL STANLEY WHITELEY
Printed by PUBLISHERS PRINTING CO.
Bound by SUNSET BINDERY
LOS ANGELES, CAL.
OPAL STANLEY WHITELEY
ENTERED AT STATIONER'S HALL
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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TO YOU Treasure Room
LITTLE CHILDREN OVER THE WORLD
WHO ARE DREAMING OF A FAIRYLAND FAR DISTANT
WHO ARE LONGING TO KNOW THE FAIRIES
THIS BOOK OF
THE FAIRYLAND AROUND US IN GOD'S OUTDOORS
AND ALSO TO YOU GROWN-UPS
WHO HAVE KEPT YOUR FAITH IN CHILDHOOD
WHO ARE SEEKING INSPIRATION FOR YOUR WORK
IN THE EVERYDAY THINGS AROUND YOU
ONE WHO LOVES THIS FAIRYLAND AROUND US
WHO HAS FOUND THEREIN A BIGGER VISION OF LIFE
AND OF LIFE'S SUPREME JOY— SERVICE
It was a French story-teller who said: "We must lay up a stock of
enthusiasms in our youth, or else we shall reach the end of our journey
with an empty heart, for we lose a great many of them by the way."
It is the finest part of education to fill the mind of youth with these
enthusiasms, to teach him to know the world about him because he loves
it — to love the world about him because he knows it — to make friends
with all the things of nature, great and small, he meets when he goes
forth every day — to know and love the little world about him which is
after all the fairer part of the great world we call the Universe of God.
And the joys of seeing and knowing and doing are the real joys of
life. We may know a real joy from a spurious pleasure by this — it leaves
no sting, it brings no weakness, it clears the way for more joys and more
strength. Moreover, as Agassiz used to say: "This is the charm of
Nature herself: She brings us back to absolute Truth — every time we
This is a word of greeting to an unique Nature book, the work of a
young woman who is a real lover of Nature. It is an effort to give our boys
and girls a right start in the joys of life. It opens their eyes to the charms
and glories shown all around them. It draws them toward a sympathy
with the problems of life which beset every man and beast and bird among
us and which one way or another we are called on to solve. It swells the
stock of these youthful enthusiasms which so long as they last keep the heart
young and make life the better worth living.
It is a beautiful thing to have been livingly interested from childhood
in the "Fairyland Around Us." It is still more beautiful to have followed
it up to years of maturity, and to desire, and to be able to, impart the same
love of Nature to other children. This has been the good fortune and the
*good feeling of Miss Whiteley, whose book I have watched in process of
construction and can understand pretty thoroughly in its scope and quali-
ty. It is very real, and very inspiring. It springs from a genuine love and
understanding, and it is fortified by conscientious and thorough study. I
think there is nothing like it in the English language; and that even the
beautiful French books for the same purpose are not so helpful.
God's Wonder-world is very largely wasted on us, nowadays, be-
cause we pay no attention to it. We don't see the beauty in the blade of
grass, nor in the drop of rain, nor in the love-making of the flower, nor in
the industry of the bee, nor the reason why some birds have beautiful songs
and others beautiful coats. We could not turn around even a city lot
without finding something to fascinate us, if we had either the knowledge
or the imagination to see what is there.
This book of this earnest young woman is one I can gladly com-
mend to the parents of boys and girls of any age. Normal children of six
or seven are quite old enough to appreciate it, and those of 18 or 20 none
too old. I know parents so farsighted that they are taking the book for
the future of their children now only a few months old. Miss Whiteley has
kept the child's point of view of Nature — which means the poet's point of
view. I don't see how she can fail to interest any wholesome child in the
Little Next-door Neighbors.
It is a book of lasting value and charm in the education of the young
generation. Dr. David Starr Jordan examined the book in my house, very
carefully, and his fine foreword would carry weight anywhere.
Entirely aside from the spiritual and educational value of this beau-
tiful book, it is of very serious material worth. As every mother knows,
the way to keep youngsters out of "mischief" is to employ their minds
and hands. Any youngster who becomes interested in the birds and flowers
and beasties will have a lot of mental occupation and no real excuse for
getting into "mischief." For this utilitarian reason alone, the book will
pay for itself many times over.
Anyone who has studied Nature in any sense, or knows the Outdoors,
must welcome everything that in an honest, competent way calls any atten-
tion in the wonder-world right under our noses, to which we have become
nearly blind. And this book is very worthy in this important responsi-
The fact that this tireless young woman has financed the book by her
own efforts, has been her own publisher and circulator, adds interest. It
is a notable achievement for a girl of 20.
"The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth His handi-
"To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile.
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings with a mild
And healing sympathy that steals away
Their sharpness ere he is aware." — Bryant.
"The great man is he who does not lose his child's heart." — Mencius.
"In contemplation of created things
By steps we may ascend to God." — Milton.
"Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings." — ^Bryant.
"Spring! Spring! Beautiful Spring!
Laden with glory and light you come;
With the leaf, the bloom and the butterfly's wing,
Making our earth a fairy home."
"There are more things in heaven and earth
Than are dreamt of in our philosophy."
"In nature's infinite book of secrecy
A little can I read." — Shakespeare.
'Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods.
And mountains, and of all that we behold
Prom this green earth; . . . well pleased to recognize
In Nature and the language of the sense,
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart and soul,
Of all my moral being." — Wordsworth.
"Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night showeth knowledge."
Nature is given as the great matrix with which we are to create, and to go
through life with no attempt to gain a knowledge of it, with no effort to learn its pos-
sibilities, is dull, dead atheism. The child that puts forth creative effort to make the
world better, the child that plants a seed or cares for the life of an animal, is working
hand in hand with nature and the Creator, and what higher religious development can
we desire than that he become the "reflected image of God"? — Hodge.
Fairy Friends . . .
Foreword by David Starr Jordan and Chas. F. Lummis
List of Illustrations .......
AuRELius Evangel in Search of the Joyous Blue
Twilight, and then — Night .....
In the Early Morning ......
Along the Road ........
Raindrop's Journey .......
In the Fields ........
In the Woods ........
Do You Know? . . ' .
Nursery Notes . . . . .
Liloriole in Search of the Homes of Fairyland
In Our Cathedral .......
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
(S refers to Supplement)
Along the Road — 41
Ambush Bugs — S
Anemone — S
Ants — S
Aquarium — S
Arachne — S
Arbutus — 177
Arrowhead — S
Arthropoda — S
Assasian Bugs — S
Bachelor Buttons — S
Back Swimmers — S
Barn Owl — S
Barn Swallow — 227
Belostoma — S
Betony, Wood— 55
Bird Baths— S
Bird Bills— S
Bird's Christmas Tree— 117
Bird Eggs— 249
Also see 20 in S.
Bird Houses — S
Blackbird, Red-wing — 243
Black-eyed Susan — 107
Bleeding Hearts — S
Blue Bird— S
Blue Curls— S
Blue-eyed Grass — S
Blue-Gray Gnatcatcher — 259
Blue Monkey Flower — 26
Boa Rubber — S
Bob White— 154
Buntings Indigo 27-32
Lazuli — 21
Snow — 117
Buprestidae — S
Bush-tits — S
Anglewings — S
Argynnis — S
Blues — S
Camberwell Beauty — S
Checker-spot — S
Comma — S
Coppers — S
Dusky-wings — S
Hairstreaks — S
Hunter's — S
Milkweed — S
Monarch — S
Painted Lady — S
Papilio — 7-S
Parnassian — S
Pearl-crescent — S
Peacock — S
Silver-spot — S
Sulphur — S
Swallowtails — 7-S
Tortoise Shell — S
Wood-nymph — S
Caddis-fly — S
California Poppy — S
Camass — S
Camomile — S
Cardinal Flower — 122
Cardinal Bird —169
Carpenter Bee — S
Cat-ear — S
Cedar Tree — S
Centipede — S
Chick-a-dee — 1 14
Chickweed — S
Chimney Swift — 235
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Chipping Sparrow — 260
Chrysalids — S
Columbine — S
Compass plant — S
Compositae — S
Cormorant — S
Cottonwood — S
Crane — S
Crow — 61
Cuckoo flies — S
Cyclamen — S
Daddy-Long-Legs — S
Dickissel — 236
Dobson-flies — S
Dog-fennel — S
Dogw^ood — S
Dollcheeses — S
Dragon-flies — S
Ducks, Mallard— S
Redhead — S
Dutchman's Pipe— 182
Earthworms — S
Eg^s, Bird— 249
Emperor Moth — S
Everlasting Flower — S
Fairy Thimbles — S
Ferns— 180— S
Figwort — S
Filaree — S
Fireweed — S
Firs— 7— S
Fish— 7— S
"Flitter-mice" — S
Flying Squirrel — 35
Forget-me-not — S
Fox-glove — S
Fringilidae — S
Frog— 5— S
Frosted Lightning Hopper — S
Gnatcatcher — 257
Godetia — S
God's Gold— S
"Goggle Goy" — S
Gold Cup— S
Golden-crowned Thrush — S
Gold Thread— S
Gopher — S
Grasses— 10— S
Grasshoppers — 1 57
Gray Squirrel — 56
Grosbeak, Rose-breasted — 252
Ground Squirrel — S
Gull Sea— S
Gypsy Combs — S
Harvestman — S
Hawk, Cooper — S
Sharp-shinned — S
Sparrow — S
Swainson — S
Hawthorne — S
Helmet Flower — S
Hepatica — S
Herb-of-the-Cross — S
Hermit Thrush — S
Heron, Great Blue — S
Green — S
Hesperiidae — S
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Horned Lark — 158
Horned Pout — S
"Horned Toad"— S
Hummingbird — 232
Hyacinth — S
Indian Paint Brush — 55
Indian Pipe — S
Indigo Bird— 27-32
Insects — S
Insect Eggs — S
Jay, Blue— 28
Canada — 113
Jack-in-the-Pulpit — 55
Jack Snipe — 140
Jewel-weed — S
Jimson-weed — S
Job's Tears— S
Joe-pye Weed — S
Johnny- Jump-Up — S
"Julius Caesar Napoleon" — 170
Junco — S
Juniper Tree — S
Kingbird — S
King Cup— S
Kingfisher — 222
Kinglet Ruby-crowned — 174
Lace Bugs — S
Lady-Bird Beetles — S
Lamb-Tongue Lily — S
Larch — S
Lark Horned— 158
Larkspur — S
Laurel — S
Lazuli Bunting — 21
Leaf Hopper — S
Leaf Miner — S
Lichens — 7 — S
Lily-of-the-Valley Family — S
Little Silver Hopper — S
Lizards — 7 — S
Lobelia — S
Loon — 221
Luna Moth — S
Lupine — S
Magpie — S
Maiden Hair Ferns — S
Manzanita — S
Maples — 3 — S
Marigold Marsh — S
Mariposa Lily — S
Marsh Rosemary — S
Marsh Treader — S
Marybuds — S
May Apples — S
Meadow Foam — S
Meadowlark — 148
Meadow Rue — S
Midg-e-flies — S
Minnows — S
Mission Bell — S
Mockingbird — 33
Monkey Flower — 26
Moon Flower — S
Morning Glory — S
Mosquitoes — S
Mosses — 7 — S
Moths— 10— S
Mourning Dove — 71
Mouse, Field — 147
Nightshade — S
Northern Twin-flower — S
Nymphalidae — S
Oaks— 7— S
Ocean Spray — S
Oregon Grape — S
Oriole, Baltimore — 252
Orchard — S
Oswego Tea — 121
Ouzel Water— S
Oven Builder — S
Owl, Arcadian — S
Barn — S
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Burrowing — S
Horned — S
Saw-whet — S
Screech — 36
Paint Brush, Indian — 55
Pandora — 194
Papilio — 7 — S
Pennyroyal — S
Phainopepla — S
Plantain — S
Plant Lice— S
Plover, Golden — S
Snowy — 143
Polyphemus Moth — S
Pop-balls — S
Portulaca — S
Prairie Pointers — S
Primrose — S
Prince's Pines — S
Prothonotary Warbler — S
Pussy Willows — S
Quail, Mountain — 190
Queen Vespa — S
Raccoon— 122— 179
Rhododendron — S
Road-runner — 103
Romeo and Caterpillars — 62
Rosy Finch — S
Salamander — S
Scarlet Tanager — 256
Scotch Broom — S
Skunk Pet— 170
Slipper Lady— 179-184
Snowberry — S
Snowy Owl — 193
Soapwort — 88
Sparrow, Chipping — 260
English — S
Song — 68
Swamp — 133
Spikenard — S
Spittle Insect — S
Spruce — S
Squirrel, Gray — 56
Star of Bethlehem — S
Stickleback — S
Stilt Bugs— S
Summer Warbler — 239
Sunfish — S
Sunflower — 107
Sunshine Bird — 99
Swallow, Barn — 227
Toads— 5— S
Trap-door Spider — S
Trillium — S
Vervain — 26
Water Lily— S
Water Strider — S
Waxwing Bohemian — 197
Whip-poor-will — S
Willows— 3— S
Wintergreen — S
Woodpecker, Pileated — S
Red-headed — 42
Wood Pewee — 243
Wooly Bear Caterpillar — S
Wren Winter— S
Yarrow — S
Yellow Star-Grass— 50
Yellow-throat Warblers — S
Yerba Mansa — S
IN SEARCH OF THE JOYOUS BLUE
One day the All-wise Father perceiving that the Children of Men were
having "blue" days did send the little Wind Fairy, Aurelius Evangel, in
search of the Joyous Blue. So he started forth upon his journey in search
of all fairies who wear the blue — and seeking he found them as he went
through fields and meadows, along streams, and into shady woods. Herein
is recorded a part of his journey. 'Tis recorded that you the Children of
Men each day may seek for the Joyous Blue in the Fairyland around you
— and that seeking you may find — and finding you may come to understand
the greatness, the tenderness, and the wisdom of His great love. So as ye
read herein seek ye for the Joyous Blue. Seek and find and make it a part
of your daily life. This, then is the message of Aurelius Evangel, and
these are they whom he sought and found.
'Twas in the month of April, middle month o' spring, that he found
Wild Hyacinth in blossom, and her flowers — they were pale violet blue.
Unto her blossoms came Bees, Butterflies, Ants, Wasps and Beetles. Her
scientific name was Quamasia hyacinthina. Cousin of many Lily Fairies
Where a mountain stream came tumbling along Aurelius Evangel
paused and listened to its music — and to the Earth-things talking near it.
And as he lay among the mosses saw he not far away bells of blue swaying
in the wind. *'They are the Bluebells of Scotland," he exclaimed with joy.
So he found the Scottish Bluebells, cousins of Cardinal flower and Lobelia;
and he watched the Bees and Butterflies come unto them.
About Willow fairies he saw Mourning Cloak Butterflies, they who had
blue spots upon their dark brown wings near their golden margins.
Aurelius upon seeing Bluebird, the fairy of happiness, thought:
This earliest May Day herald
This prophet of the spring,
Has brought celestial color
Upon his breezy wing.
Heaven loves to scatter earthward
Flakes of its own soft hue;
The first bird, the last blossom
Wear the same shade of blue.
THE JOYOUS BLUE
By the roadside he met Blue Larkspur, whose other name, Delphinium,
was given to her by the great Linnaeus, because of a fancied resemblance to
a dolphin. After observing the Bees and Butterflies coming to her, he asked
a question whose answer he wanted very much to know. And when he
asked who her cousins were, Blue Larkspur answered : *'They, my cousins
are, who belong to the Crowfoot family, and among them are Marsh-Mari-
gold, Columbines, Buttercups, Anemones, Hepatica, Gold Thread and Vir-
''And who among your cousins wear the blue?"
"Seek and ye shall find," answered Larkspur.
So Aurelius Evangel went forth and sought and found :
Cousin Columbine, wearing a dress of blue ; Cousin Columbine, whose
grandmother did dwell in a little girl's own grandmother's garden. And
when Wind Fairy remarked about her being an immigrant, Blue Columbine
hastened to assure him that she was now Americanized, and that it was her
great, great, great, great great grandmother who immigrated from Europe.
And she also told him that some of her grandmothers a long time ago dwelt
in gardens, but that many of their descendants had traveled beyond the gar-
dens and dwell in the fields and woods.
And Cousin Hepatica, whose blossoming time began with the beginning
of the springtime, wore the blue upon her sepals.
A little way distant he saw in the stream, wading in the stream. Great
Blue Heron, the fisherman, dressed in colors of sky and water. And coming
to him he began to tell him of his mission, and when he had finished Great
Blue Heron told him that he had already learned of his mission from Rain-
drop, by whom he had been interviewed three days and six hours and four-
teen minutes previously. Aurelius Evangel learned of Great Blue Heron where
he builded his home in Heron Town in the tops of fir trees, some four miles
away — and that his cousins were other Herons : Little Blue Heron, Green
Heron, Black-crowned Night Heron — also Bitterns and Egrets. Then Wind
Fairy, balancing himself upon the end of a water reed, did raise his right
hand and solemnly promise Great Blue Heron that he would guide Liloriole,
who was in search of the homes of Fairyland, to Heron Town in Treetops.
In a canyon among the foothills he encountered Western Blue Grosbeak,
he who is a member of the Fringillidae family, and thereby a cousin of Gold-
finches, Song Sparrows, Juncos, Cardinals, Towhees, Snowflakes and Cross-
bills. Wind Fairy learned of him where he would find others among his
family who wore the Joyous Blue — where he would find Indigo Bunting and
THE JOYOUS BLUE
When again Aurelius Evangel saw in moist meadows the Bluets he
thought perhaps God used the same bowl of blue paint to paint the Bluets
as he did when painting the sky. "We have other names, too," piped a little
Bluet. "They are Quaker Bonnets, Venus' Pride and Innocence. Our scien-
tific name is Houstonia. Button-bush, Partridge-vine and Bedstraw are
our cousins." Then Wind Fairy remembered this verse which he had learned
from a little boy :
"So frail, these smiling babies,
Near mossy pasture bars,
Where the blood-root now so coyly
Puts forth her snowy stars,
And the maple tall and slender.
With blossoms red and sweet,
Looks down upon the bluets
Close nestled at her feet;
'Innocents' the children call them, —
These floral babies small." — Ray Lawrance
With the Butterfly Pea fairies, they whose petals are lavender blue,
they who are cousins of Clover and Sweet Pea, they whose scientific name
is Clitoria mariana, Aurelius Evangel tarried three hours and thirty-three
minutes. Then he proceeded.
Blue Sailors beside the road, Blue Sailors dwelling in waste places —
'twas often Aurelius Evangel met them and glad was he to see them. Other
names had they — Chicory and Succory. Cousins of Dandelion, Wild Let-
tuce and Rattlesnake weed are the Chicory fairies. By Italian children
they are called Cicorea. By Spanish children they are called Achicoria.
By Russian children they are called Tsikorei.
In a pond grew the Pickerel Weed and its blossoms — they were pur-
plish blue, even the filaments and anthers were so. He sat upon a leaf and
watched the Flies and Bees come unto the blossoms of Pickerel Weed. Her
scientific name is Pontederia cordata.
In a field he found in blossom Indian Tobacco, and her flowers were
pale blue. He learned that her scientific name was Lobelia inflata, that she
belonged to the Bellflower family and was a cousin of Harebell, Cardinal
Flower and Lobelia.
Among the hills after much searching about he found in a rocky ravine
a cousin of the Buttercup — Virgin's Bower, and her flowers were purplish
In a field dwelt Blue-weeds, and Aurelius Evangel in his search for the
Joyous Blue came unto this field. And he learned that these Blue-weed fai-
ries were cousins of Virginia Cowslip, Vervain, Verbena and Forget-me-not.
THE JOYOUS BLUE
"Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our Mother Nature laughs around?
When even the blue deep heavens look glad,
And gladness blooms from the blossoming ground?" — Bryant
And, coming to the fairy Flax, he told them of the poet, of the poet
Longfellow, and of his saying : "Blue were her eyes as the Fairy Flax." And
he told them of their other name, Linum — told these dainty fairies with
delicate petals of blue bending and bowing to the whispering breezes, of how
their other name, Linum, comes from the Celtic word lin, which means
There Aurelius Evangel saw the Fleur-de-lis, saw the blue Iris, that
which Ruskin called the flower of chivalry, with a sword for its leaf and a
lily for its heart — saw the Fleur-de-lis, and coming nearer thought that surely
Mother Nature had placed thereon some of the colors of the rainbow of the
sky, lest the children of men passing by should forget.
"Where shall I find your little sister. Blue-eyed Grass?" And the answer
"Blue-eyed grass in the meadow
And yarrow blooms on the hill,
Cat-tails that rustle and whisper.
And winds that are never still;
Blue-eyed grass in the meadow
A linnet's nest near by,
Blackbirds carolling clearly
Somewhere between earth and sky."
Blue-eyed grass in the meadow
And the laden bees' low hum.
Milkweeds all by the roadside^
,To tell us summer is come."
"And there you will find my little sister 'Blue-eyed Grass,'
Gently gazing toward the sky,
Answering the azure blue on high."
Beside the brook he found Blue Monkey Flower, who was thus named
because of a fancied resemblance to a little monkey's face — Blue Monkey
Flower, cousin of Mullein, Figwort, Butter and Eggs, Beard Tongue, Indian
Paint Brush, Owl's Clover, Wood Betony, Synthyris and Veronica. And he
watched her guests, the insects, coming and going and carrying pollen with
them. He learned that scientists called her by another name — Mimulus.
In the month of August when the days of great heat had come and seem-
ingly silenced many of earth's singers, here and yonder in plain view, the
Wind Fairy would see and hear the Indigo Bird singing and to the Children
of Men bringing a bit of cheer.
THE JOYOUS BLUE
Then he did alight and sit upon the edge of a rose leaf and thought unto
himself all the verses he had been learning of blue flowers, and some of
them were these :
Blue-bells, on blue-hills, where the sky is blue,
Here's a little blue-gowned maid come to look at you.
Here's a little child would fain at the vesper-time
Catch the music of your hearts, hear the harebells chime.
Among the pines he saw the Arctic Bluebird, saw Sialia arctica — cousin
of other Bluebirds and Robins.
In a shady place that was damp on a day that was one of the thirty days
in June he came unto Day-flower, she who wore the Joyous Blue upon her
petals. Commelina virginica was her scientific name. To the Spiderwort
family she belonged. Wandering Jew and Job's Tears were her cousins.
On his journey too he saw the light blue and bright blue blossoms of Cal-
ifornia Lilac. This fairy Blue Blossom belongs to the Buckthorn family, and
is an evergreen shrub. Quail fairies like its dark seeds.
When again he saw Blue Larkspur he learned that they had another name
— *'Espue)a del Caballero," which means '*the cavalier's spur."
On a gravelly bank near a stream he found the blue flowers of Wild Heli-
otrope. Too, along the railroad he saw these fairy blossoms — sometimes they
were violet. Of course he learned that this fairy is not a true Heliotrope, but
belongs to the Baby-eyes family.
Some times upon his journey, as Aurelius Evangel came near unto riv-
ers, he saw a Duck with blue upon its wings — saw the Blue-wing Teal.
Other Ducks saw he too with blue upon their wings — Cinnamon Teal and
Also he saw Blue-Bill — a Duck with bluish bill. Widgeon Duck and
Baldpate had bills blue with black tips. Now — the scientific name of Blue-
bill is Aythya marila — of Widgeon, Mareca penelope — and of Baldpate, Ma-
When again he met Chicory by the wayside he remembered the poet
writing of these fairies growing:
"Where tired feet toil to and fro;
Where flaunting siu may see thy heavenly hue.
Or weary sorrow look from thee toward a tenderer blue."
THE JOYOUS BLUE
In the moist meadow he found Blue Vervain — whose other names are
Wild Hyssop and Simpler's Joy. Near by found he, too, her close cousin,
European Vervain. And he lingered afar ofif wondering how he should
address her — Herb-of-the-Cross, Berbine, Simpler's Joy, Holy Herb, En-
chanter's Plant, Pigeon-Grass, Juno's Tears, or Lightning Plant — all these
names being her own. And while yet he waited afar off. Vervain, having
heard of his mission from the South Wind, called him. It was a wonderful
morning Wind Fairy had with the Vervains — they who grow by waysides
and in waste places, and who are sometimes by the children of men called
weeds. But Wind Fairy told me and asked me to tell you, the children of
men, that much of interest often centers around a weed. He told me much
of Vervain and wanted you to know these things, too, so I am writing them
here for you. Children of the men of long ago knew these Vervains that we
meet growing in the waste places. Many things were said of them and
thought of them — and when again you see the Vervain think of these things :
To the Druids it was a sacred plant — and in the olden days it was said that
witches used it — also that it would keep the witches away; so in the days
of Shakespeare children hung Vervain, and another plant, with a horseshoe
over the door — and the early Christians held this Vervain in high regard as a
general cure for all, because it was found growing on Mount Calvary — and
in the days of Pliny, the Roman brides gathered a cousin of this Vervain
with which to make their bridal wreaths.
.On he journeyed to Gentian — Fringed Gentian, of whom Bryant wrote :
"Thou waitest late, and com'st alone
When woods are bare and birds have flown.
Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye
Look through its fringes to the sky,
Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall
A flower from its cerulean wall."
Wind Fairy had learned a legend of Fringed Gentians — and he told it unto them:
"Once to the angel of birds, far up in the rippling air
From low on the sun-loved earth
The angel of flowers breathed a prayer.
Four plumes from the bluebird's wing
And I'll make me something rare;
Four plumes from the bluebird's wing
As fast to the south he flew
The angel of flowers caught them up
As they fell in the autumn dew,
And shaped with a twirl of her fingers
This spire of feathery blue."
Here and yonder, near little mud puddles in the woods and by the way-
side, he would find the Blue Butterflies, tiny, dainty fairies with blue upon
THE JOYOUS BLUE
"O Blue Jay up in the little tree
A-tossing your saucy head at me
With never a word at my questioning.
Pray cease for a moment your tink-a-link
You bonny bit of spring.
Did you dip your wings into azure dye
When April began to paint the sky
That was pale with the winter's stay?
Or were you hatched from a bluebell bright
'Neath the warm gold breast of a sunbeam bright
By the river one blue springday?
This he said to Blue Jay — this which he heard a little girl saying the day
before this day, v^hich wsiS yesterday.
The day that he met Job's Tears w^as a summer day and a warm one. In
the woods was where he met these cousins of Day-flower and Wandering
Jew. And even as he watched it he observed that it was only the flower of
a part of a day for in the afternoon he saw its petals "dissolve in tears." So
he told the Boys and Girls of this fairy and of why it was so named. Watch
for it and, if it grows not near you, plant it so that you may have it near-by.
When he saw the Scottish Bluebells again he thought of that dear old
"Let the proud Indian boast of his jessamine bowers
His pastures of perfume, and rose-coloured dells,
While humbly I sing of those wild little flowers,
The bluebells of Scotland, the Scottish bluebells."
In fields and by wayside Blue Vetch fairies welcomed Aurelius and he
learned that these cousins of Lupine and Clover and Sweet Pea did also
dwell in Europe and in Asia. He saw Bumble-bees come unto these flowers,
and some did take nectar in the way that Mother Naturd meant they should ;
but some did nip a part of the flower to get nectar more quickly. All this
Aurelius saw as he tarried near these Tinegrass fairies, these Blue Vetch
Too, upon his journey he found Baby Blue-eyes, darling little flowers
by the way. Each time he saw a Baby Blue-eyes in blossom he told it of
another Baby with eyes of blue.
When he came to the blue eggs in the Robin's nest he thought of the
"The winds blow east, the winds blow west,
The blue eggs in the robin's nest
Will soon have wings and beak and breast
And flutter and fly away." — Longfellow.
THE JOYOUS BLUE
"Such a starved bank of moss,
'Till that May morn,
Blue ran the flash across,
Violets were bom." — Browning.
And just then through the twilight dim.
Somewhere a voice was calling to him,
"O, WIND FAIRY," then softly, "My Brother
I know, and I'll tell you another."
"I know, blue, modest violets,
Gleaming with dew at mom,
I know the place you came from
And the way that you are born.
When God cut holes in heaven,
The holes the stars look through.
He let the scraps fall down to earth —
The little scraps are you."
Over the pond he saw flitting a blue-winged Dragon fly.
Nearby he saw the Swallow, "the Swallow of the mud nest, he with blue
and chestnut breastplate, he with snow upon his forehead."
Along the road here and there he found Oregon Grape with its beauti-
ful clusters of blue berries. And he learned that 'twas the state flower of
Oregon, and was also called Oregon Holly.
With the blue Lupine fairies in the field he lingered three days. When
evening came and the leaves went to "sleep" Aurelius Evangel would creep
into a flower and nestle there until the first Sunbeam fairies woke him up
in the morning. While he tarried with Lupine fairies he learned that they
were cousins of Sweet Pea, Clover and Scotch Broom.
Along the way from day to day Aurelius Evangel saw, and thought
beautiful indeed, the Cuckoo flies wearing bright sky blue. And he learned
that they belonged to the family Chrysididae. Two of these dainty blue
fairies were named Chrysis parvula and Chrysis smaragdula.
And in his wanderings found he too Blue-Throated Hummingbird.
Aurelius perched on a leaf near unto him and watched him take his break-
fast of plant lice.
Among the smaller fairy Butterflies who wore the blue upon their wings
Aurelius Evangel learned to know well Thecla halesus, Thecla m-album and
In July along a woodland stream he came upon Blue Tangle. It be-
longs among the Joyous Blue, not because of its flowers, which are green-
ish pink, but because of its dark-blue berries. Aurelius tiptoed upon a
leaf and took a wee bite of one, for his breakfast, then he took a wee bite
for dinner — and yet there was left three-fourths of a berry.
THE JOYOUS BLUE
But the tenderest blue of all that he found upon his journey was the
blue of a Mother's eyes. And soft was the light in her eyes as she cuddled
her children close about her in the twilight hour. Aurelius hovered near
the children, but they knew him not. They only thought the wind was near.
How he loved the children all along the way I cannot tell, for his love for
them was too deep and too great to tell ; but the greatness of his love was
shown in his daily striving to help them to find the Joyous Blue.
On his journey he found the Helmet-flower growing in a meadow — and
he watched the Bees come unto their blue flowers.
Along the way he met a Butterfly mother, Argynnis diana ; and her beau-
tiful velvet black wings had blue spots upon them.
Only one moth he saw with blue upon its wings and that was Composia
When Aurelius came unto the Closed Gentians, cousins of the Fringed
Gentians, he perceived that someone was there before him. Someone had
started into a blossom, but the back end of him and his legs were sticking
out. Even as Wind Fairy watched Sir Bumble-bee backed out — and was
off again to another plant. Aurelius said unto himself ''Really these Bees
do help Mother Nature in sending Baby Seeds into the world for as they
journey from flower to flower they carry pollen from flower to flower."
Then he crept into the blossom from which Sir Bumblebee had just backed
out and cuddled down for a nice afternoon nap. And the soft summer songs
of his brother Wind Fairies among the trees lulled him to sleep.
Throughout the summer and in early autumn days he often met the
Blue Aster fairies — and he learned that their name Aster came from a Greek
word meaning star, and that they were cousins of Sunflower, Dandelion,
Daisy and Thistle.
When he came to the darling Forget-me-nots he told them of this
"When to the flowers so beautiful
The Father gave a name
There came a little blue-eyed one.
All timidly it came
And standing at the Father's feet
And gazing in His face
It said in low and trembling tones
Yet with a gentle grace
"Dear Lord, the name Thou gavest me
Alas I have forgot."
Kindly the Father looked Him down
And said "Forget-me-not."
COfVRIGNT 1S00, •¥ A. W, MUMFORO, CH(0AO0
TWILIGHT, AND THEN-NIGHT
To the Birds belongs the morning hour; but to us, to you and me, and
some of our little brothers of the field and forest, this hour belongs. It is
the hour when we think about the things that are yet to be. We dream
and we listen — listen to the lullaby songs of the Trees, to the twilight
chorus of the Frogs, to the Vesper Sparrow, to all Mother Nature's evening
music we listen and dream — and in the midst of our dreaming stop to ask
Mother or Father about things, where things come from and what they
are here for. And some things seem so far away, and some things seem so
near in this the twilight hour — our own hour.
Twilight — and then night.
But child hearts need not fear.
For wee little folk are about —
After the lights at home are out,
And shy little feet scamper over the forest floor;
Sweet is the night, and rich its childhood lore.
For the shy little folk of the forest dim,
And the shy little people of the field
Are all under the care of Him
Who teaches mankind little children to shield.
Last night I went into the Forest. Moonbeam fairies brightened the
path that leads towards the Cathedral and into the woods beyond. I went
softly — and listened — and I heard the patter, patter of hurrying little feet
scurrying over the woodland floor. Now and then I stopped very still and
kept so for a few minutes — and saw these little folks who made those faint
patterings and rustlings as they went this way and that. A Wood-rat scam-
pered across my path. Farther along a Skunk moved from one log to an-
other — 'twas no other than my chum o' two years, Julius Caesar Napoleon.
It happened that I had some beetle grubs with me. A little ways I went and
saw — a great Owl circling about. Seven trees and two logs distant I came
upon the Flying Squirrel fairies. Down the path fifty paces and two stumps
to the right were four dear Wood Mice. The night is wonderful. Over my
head the tall Fir trees reached upward to the sky. Through their branches
TWILIGHT, AND THEN— NIGHT
Moonbeam fairies came and glorified the tiny mosses and vines. Upon the
harp-strings of these forest trees the wind musicians played sweet lullabies.
A forest Moth and yet another I saw within the Cathedral. A Deer passed
near me, and a little farther on I saw a Fawn. The brook was singing a
night song — and the song which it sang in the night was as sweet as the
song it sang through the day. Peace was in the forest — Peace was in my
heart. Why should I fear the night or the darkness? God keeps His little
folk of the forest — God keeps me. I love the night, its voices and its music,
and the wee little folk about — and I trust in Him, and am happy.
"The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings oi ^ight.
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight." — Longfellow.
Now, some of the wee folk about after the lights at home are out are Owls
— Long-eared Owls and Short-eared Owls, Barred Owls, Barn Owls and
Spotted Owls, Horned Owls and Pygmy Owls, Saw-whet Owls and
"Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit,
To-who, a merry note." — Shakespeare.
And these are more of the folk about after the lights at home are out —
Whip-poor-will, Flying Squirrels, White-footed Mice, and other mice, too.
"The filmy shapes that haunt the dusk." — Tennyson, In Memoriam.
Other folks about in the night are the Moths — those fairies who differ
from the Butterflies in —
Their antennae (horns) being not club-shaped, but fern-like or thread-
Their bodies being more plump.
Their manner of carrying their wings when at rest.
Their time of activity — the Butterflies being on wing in the daytime, the
majority of Moths at night, dusk and twilight of early morning.
"The Sphinx is drowsy, her wings are furled." — Emerson.
Among the dear fairy Moths on wing in the night time in different parts
of this country are : Sphinx, Telea polyphemus, Samia cecropia, lo, Cyn-
thia, Luna, Catocala and our Tiger Moth.
"All diamonded with panes of quaint device,
Innumerable, of stains, and splendid dyes,
As are the Tiger Moth's deep damask wings." — Keats.
Many others are there too — all those above I have raised from the egg —
and known from babyhood to grown-up Mothhood — and in another Fairyland
book to follow this are their life stories and portraits.
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COPYRIGHT 1900. BY A. W. MUMFOBO. CHICAGO
TWILIGHT— AND THEN, NIGHT
He's a dear fairy — Bat is. And he isn't blind, either. And he has the
cutest pug-nose. His mouth is so pink. Flitter-Mice we children sometimes
call them — for they are a little like dear mice with angel wings. Of course,
grown-ups would not think that — but truly, the wing of a Bat is a wonderful
thing. Now, the sensitive nerves in the wing of a Bat help him to know when
objects are near — and he sails, he does, in between, under and over some
things that folks, if they had wings, would bump into. You know of course that
Bat fairy is a catcher of gnats and mosquitoes. It appears to me that as he
sails along his mouth is open — which of course is an aid in scooping in more
insects. Now, the fur of a Bat is soft as silk. Once I had three pet Bats —
Aristotle, Plato and Pliny. Now, this I know — Bats are not dirty creatures,
as some people suppose. It's wonderfully interesting to see how particular
Bat fairy is about his personal cleanliness. My pet, Pliny, would take the
edges of his wings in his mouth — and the way he went about cleaning them
made it seem to me that they were like the rubber tissue the cook at the cook
house uses in mending things. Pliny would scratch his head with his hind
foot — too, he would wash his face with the fore part of his wing — and then
lick this wash-cloth clean. I fed my Bats flies, gnats and mosquitoes (which
I raised for the purpose in a rain-barrel — and which was destroyed when dis-
covered by the grown-ups — as it should have been — although I didn't think I
ought to have quite such a hard spanking for having this mosquito nursery —
because I learned heaps about the great service Bats are to a community in
consuming unlimited quantities of pest mosquitoes). The evening before
the mosquito nursery was destroyed Aristotle ate and ate mosquitoes — until
he ate so many that he died. It was because I wrote on his tombstone about
his dying of the consuming of too many mosquitoes that the grown-ups learn-
ed of my securing mosquitoes for his feeding by maintaining a mosquito nurs-
ery. (Now, those mosquitoes were screened over so that they escaped not —
but even screened-in mosquitoes for feeding unto Bats come under the con-
demnation of grown-ups — and Grandpa explained to me why, so now I un-
derstand. Anyw^ay, there are plenty of gnats and flies still at large for the
feeding of Pliny and Plato.) It was a truly Fairyland way in which I found
Plato and Pliny. You see, it was just this way — I had often fed their mother
at my study window. Then several evenings she came and was gone again so
quickly. One evening when awaiting her coming I noticed her stopping at a
near-by Lilac bush. Quickly I stepped out of the window on the other side —
and in a moment was at this bush. On a branch there hung two darling Baby
Bats. You see, Baby Bats are born in July, and this was July time. Next
evening she came to the window with them clinging to her neck. No, she
didn't feed them insects. She cradled them in those soft wings of hers, and
they nursed from her breasts. Later they would eat insects from my hand.
IN THE EARLY MORNING
So I love the early morning
When dawn comes adorning
These hills, these valleys, and these fields;
And night her tender shadows and darkness yields
Unto the coming of the dawn.
Slowly across the east a cloud floats along —
Here and yonder other birds break into song —
The mountains are tinged with glory —
The cloud floats on:
The sun comes o'er the hills
With tender wondrous beauty the valley fills —
And on the grass
Through which I pass
Glimmer and shimmer the jewels of dew.
I see them glisten as I listen
To the Earth-folk talking along the way —
So begins my day.
As thus I listen and lift my eyes to the blue
I feel deep, deep within me anew
The glory, the gladness.
The sweet and tender sadness
Of God's good world.
In the early morning
There enters into my life
The strength and the peace of my beloved mountains.
IN THE EARLY MORNING
I love the early morning.
I love it for many things —
For the pureness of the air,
For the joy in life here and there,
For the bird that early sings
And to my heart a lasting joy brings —
And to the world yet unawake
Would inspiration give, and take
Away distrust and fear.
His singing here
And at this hour
Brings Our Father near
Kindling within a faith sincere
In His love and power —
For as I listen longer
My trust in Him grows stronger.
This little woodland singer,
He who sings at early dawn, is the bringer
Of love and peace, and with these trust and rest,
And all that we in life love best.
ALONG THE ROAD
"Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading me where I choose,
Strong and content I travel the open road." — Whitman.
The Wayside — many fairies dwell there. And great is the joy that
comes from knowing these fairies — knowing who they are, where they come
from, to what families they belong, where their homes are builded, and little
things about their every day life. Dear Folk are these along the way.
Some are big and some are little. Some are short and some are tall. Some
wing their way through the air whereas others grow from out the earth.
Some hurry and scurry about. Others move more slowly. Some are dressed
in colors bright and gray. Others are clad in sober shades that blend with
Earth and Moss, and leaves 'round about them. Some are busy all day long
— others turn night into day. Many and many are shy — Therefore go quietly
among them. Keep your eyes open and listen. And going thus and watch-
ing so, every minute will be filled with interest — for numberless are the
fairies along the way, the fairies you may see and know every day.
And the things recorded in this chapter and in this book are as
I have watched them from hour to hour throughout all the days of my child-
hood. A notebook in my pocket (wherein was carried food for Birds and
many other fairies) and a pencil were my constant companions on my Nature
walks. Because so much I wanted to help other Girls and Boys find the
same big joy in God's great out-of-doors that I was daily finding, I carefully
wrote down the little things of the everyday life of the field and forest as
I watched them. I felt that my life work was the helping of people — little
folk and the grown-up folk, too, who hadn't grown up too much — to find the
big and abiding joy in companionship with the everyday things around
them in the out-of-doors. So I have been working on this, book all these
years. And the things herein recorded are as I have found them and as you
may find them. Of the wonderful happiness that will be yours in the find-
ing of them I cannot tell in words. It is so big that it fills each day with
an abiding joy in life, with faith in the people about you, with trust in God
— and helps you to overcome ,the difficulties along the way. So the compan-
ionship with God in the great outdoors has meant to my life, and so it may
mean in yours. As you go along the way — keep your eyes open and listen.
"There is ever a song somewhere, my dear
Be the skies above or dark or fair,
There is ever a song that our hearts may hear —
There is ever a song somewhere."
— James Whitcomb Riley.
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ALONG Till: ROAD
"I see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive, — what time, what circuit first,
I ask not: but unless God send His hail
Or blinding fire-balls, sleet, or stifling snow,
In some time. His good time, I shall arrive;
He guides me and the bird. In His good time." — Browning.
The birds are coming North again. From day to day new ones wt see
— and seeing them we think and wonder about their finding their way from
lands far distant.
March 3rd — Saw five Velvet-Cloak Butterflies — they whose other names
are Vanessa Antiopa, Morning-Cloak, and Camberwell Beauty. Did you
know that these fairies hibernate during the winter? They came to the
saucers of sweetened water we placed on two fence-posts for them.
"I heard the woodpecker pecking.
The bluebird tenderly sing;
I turned and looked out of the window,
And lo, it was Spring."
The March winds come and the March winds go — and we children love
them so. For, O, how good it feels to race along the road with the wind
tossing one's curls. And I truly think there's many a fairy that likes to
scamper about when March winds blow.
Which ever way the wind doth blow,
Some heart is glad to have it so;
Then blow it east or blow it west.
The wind that blows, that wind is best."
March 9th — Johnny-jump-up is here and Johnny-jump-up is there. O, who
is this Johnny-jump-up? He is a member of the Violet family, of course.
And his petals they are yellow. And the sight of him brings joy to we chil-
March 17th — Shooting Stars are in blossom. We children counted one
hundred and three on the way from school — and left them blooming there
— those quaint, purple-pink flowers, with their nice little noses. Other
names have they beside Shooting Star — Bird Bills, Prairie Pointers, Crow's
Bills and American Cowslip. They belong to the Primrose family. Have
you watched the Bumble-bees come to the blossoms?
"March! march! march! They are coming.
In troops to the tune of the wind:
Red-headed woodpeckers drumming,
Grold-crested thrushes behind,
Sparrows in brown jackets hopping
Past every gateway and door;
Finches with crimson caps stopping
Just where they stopped years before." — Larcum.
ALONG THE ROAD
"Under a budding hedge I hid while April rain went by
But little raindrops came slipping through, fresh from a laughing sky;
A-many little scurrying drops, laughing the song they sing
Soon found me where I sought to hide, and pelted me with Spring" — O. Sheet
Now is March time — but truly April rain is here. I was prancing along
clown the road with Isaiah, the Shepherd Dog; Mary Jane, who used to be a
little Lamb, but who is now a grown-up fairy — and with me were also seven-
teen Wooly Bear caterpillars who have been napping through the winter —
well, we were caught in April rain, and we liked its music, and to feel the
raindrops trickle down over our noses. (The Wooly Bear Caterpillars I held
out that they might have a shower bath.)
"It is the first mild day of March ;
Each minute sweeter than before,
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
Love, now a universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
— It is the hour of feeling." — Wordsworth.
Little Lamb fairies were playing about to-day. We children love Lamb
fairies. Our pet Lamb's name is Mary Jane — we raised her on the bottle —
and now that she is older grown she wanders away to feed alone — but at
evening time she comes to romp — and glad times we all have together.
Mary Jane and Isaiah, the Shepherd Dog, are very good friends. Mary Jane
scampers along at the heels of Isaiah as he brings the cows home to the pas-
ture bars — and sometimes (the times Fm not scampering along beside Mary
Jane) I sit on the gate post and wait for her and Isaiah.
"The children whirl around in a ring,
And laugh and sing, and dance and sing;
But the blackbird whistles clear, O clear:
"The Spring, the Spring!"— Wheelock.
March time is seed planting time for some Baby Seeds. To-day in the
garden we have planted them there — dear little fairies to be are wrapped
up in the tiny things there. My — but isn't this a wonderful Fairyland?
"A seed we say is a simple thing,
The germ of a flower or weed, —
But all earth's workman, laboring
With all the help that wealth could bring,
Never could make a seed."
ALONG THE ROAD
"There is no glory in star or blossom
Till looked upon by a loving eye;
There is no fragrance in April breezes
'Till breathed with joy as they wander by." — Bryant.
April 7th — Don't you love to watch the Swallow fairies? How wonderful
it would be to sail through the air as they do, but truly it is wonderful to
watch them. And how well suited are they for their life in the air. Have
you noticed how large a Baby Swallow's mouth is when ready to leave the
bird house? (The ones I have in mind are Tree Swallows, who were born
and raised in one of our bird houses.) It seemed to me that their mouths
being large that way would be of an advantage in getting their insect food
in the air as they do. We children love this verse about the Swallows :
"Thou art a nursling of the air,
No earthly food makes up thy fare
But soaring things, both frail and rare,
Fit diet of a fairy." — Burroughs.
April 8th — While feeding the Chickens just before I started to school
this morning, three Rabbits came, one after another, from the Vine Maple
thicket and ate of the food I scattered for the Chickens. One of them, the
least one of all, seemed to like best of all the little bits of apple peelings.
"The pussy-cat bird has the blackest of bills,
With which she makes all her trebles and trills;
She can mimic a robin or sing like a wren.
And I truly believe she can cluck like a hen ;
And sometimes you dream that her song is a word.
Then quickly again — she's a pussy-cat bird."
"The pussy-cat bird wears a gown like a nun,
But she's chirk as a squirrel and chock-full of fun.
She lives in a house upon Evergreen Lane, —
A snug little house, although modest and plain;
And never a puss that was happier purred
Than the feathered and winged little pussy-cat bird."
The first time we heard one we thought a poor kitty was calling for
someone, and we hurried along. So we found the Cat-bird, that fairy so
named because of his call-note. He's a funny bird, he's a dainty bird, he's a
graceful bird; but sometimes he looks as though he had lost every friend in
the world, as he sits with drooping wings and tail. We children wish very
much that he had been named for his song rather than his call notes. His
song is just wonderful. Sometimes around two and three o'clock on Spring
mornings Mother hears a stir in our room and comes in to find we children
sitting in our night-gowns on the window-sills listening to the Cat-bird's
morning song — very early morning song.
ALONG THE ROAD
Sparrows far off, and nearer, April's bird,
Blue-coated, — flying before from tree to tree.
Courageous sing a delicate overture
To lead the tardy concert of the year. — Emerson.
April — Along the way we watched them to-day — God's little messen-
gers of love and happiness — Bluebirds, cousins of Robin and Hermit Thrush.
In our Fairyband each child chooses its name from some beloved fairy in
the out-of-doors. More choose "Bluebird" than any other. Soon we shall
be having, as we have had in other years, wonderful times assisting Mother
and Father Bluebirds in feeding their babies.
April 10th — The minister made a mistake in his sermon the other day.
He told of the worms climbing by means of their many legs upwards on
beautiful plants. Now we children all know that worms have no legs. I
think what he meant to say was caterpillars ; and I'm really sure that's what
he intended, for he spoke of God changing them into beautiful Butterflies.
Now, God, Himself, knows that he doesn't make Butterflies out of worms.
He makes them out of caterpillars — soft, velvety ones, and fuzzy ones.
April 15th — Saw sixteen Monarch Butterflies today. It is good to see
them about again.
April 17th — Among the rocks between the road and the river dwell the
Columbines, cousins of Buttercup and Wind Flower. To the bright red
blossoms of these Columbines come Hummingbirds — and each year we chil-
dren sit quietly near and watch these and other fairies come and go.
"The graceful columbine, all blushing red,
Bends to the earth her crown
Of honey laden bells."
April 23rd — Every day we see them somewhere — those English Sparrows
— and 'tis no welcome in our hearts we have for them, for in the winter they
come unto the Birds' Christmas Trees and feeding tables, taking food that
was meant for others and fighting others away. In the Spring they try to
keep our gentle Swallows and Bluebirds from the houses we have builded
for them, and they never are in harmony with the singing fairies hereabout.
"So dainty in plumage and hue, a study in gray and brown;
How little, how little we know the pest he would prove to the town.
From dawn until daylight grows dim, perpetual chatter and scold.
No winter migration for him — not even afraid of the cold!
Scarce a song bird he fails to molest, belligerent, meddlesome thing;
Wherever he goes as a guest, he is sure to remain as a king." — Forsyth.
ALONG THE ROAD
"May is building her house. From the dust of things
She is making the songs and the flowers and the wings;
From October's tossed and trodden gold
She is making the young year out of the old;
She is making all the summer sweet,
And the brown leaves spumed of November's feet
She is changing back again to spring's." — Richard Le Gallienne.
May 6th — will make me a garden by the side of the road where the
Children of Men pass by." So I made me a garden by the side of the road,
and the Children of Men passing by come into the garden to learn — to learn
of the Fairyland 'round about us. Today it rained and afterwards we
watched the Earthworms — they who are among the most wonderful fairies
on earth, for great is the service they render to us as millions of them are
daily plowing the earth. Mother Nature's little farmers are they, and their
work has been going on for ages. Yesterday and the day before that we
located fifty-seven burrows of Earthworms in the garden. They are also
called Angle-worms, being much used as fish bait; but we children prefer
to leave them to plow the garden. Have you found their eggs under rocks
on damp soil? And have you not met them crawling about on sidewalks
after a rain?
May 9th — We found Butterfly eggs today — eggs of X'elvet Cloak. They
were on willow twigs near the ends, in rows around the twig, and looked
like tiny jewels.
O, the little Red Maids by the roadside are opening their satiny petals
in the sun. We children like them just for the joy of seeing them and when
flowering days are over we gather the seeds for David and Jonathan, two pet
Doves, who are very fond of these Portulaca seeds. Red Maids also have
another name — Calandrina — and cattle like their leaves to eat and also some
people use them for salad.
May 11th — I watched a Monarch Butterfly laying her eggs on the Milk-
weed today. She laid them one at a time on the under side of the leaves.
Do you know why she lays them on the Milkweed? Long time ago I
wondered about it, and took some of the leaves home to find out — keeping
them fresh until the green eggs hatched five days later. The little cater-
pillars were certainly hungry, for the first thing they ate were the egg-
shells out of which they had come. Then they began to eat the Milkweed
leaves; and then I understood why their mother had placed those eggs upon
the Milkweed leaves. Each year since then I have raised Monarch Butterflies.
And we children plant for them Milkweeds in the garden.
ALONG THE ROAD
"Every tongue of Nature sings;
The air is palpitant with wings." — Thompson.
There is music in the stream, in the patter of the rain ; and the wind
plays upon the harpstrings of the trees. And our little brothers of the air
tell in song the whole day long of His great love everywhere. And other
musicians, too, the Frogs, Crickets, Toads, Beetles, and Katy-dids, take their
part in earth's chorus.
\\'e have had such a wonderful exploration trip today — just a-seeking
for different members of the Plant Kingdom. You see, there are many dif-
ferent ones — Trees, and Flowers. Among the Flowering Plants are
Grasses and Cat-tails, though some grown-ups do not realize that Grasses
have flowers. And then there are those many flowerless plants — Ferns,
Mosses, Liverworts, Lichens, Algae and Fungi.
May 17th — Found baby caterpillars of the V^elvet-Cloak Butterfly feed-
ing on willow leaves.
I thought I heard a Gnatcatcher — Is that a Blue Jay? — Why, a squirrel
is calling near. No — it is the Mockingbird, he who is the cousin of Wrens
and Thrashers, he who sings through the day his own song and also the
songs of others, he who also sings in the night time. How we children joy
to hear his song night or day. We love this verse about him:
"Soft and low the song began: I scarcely caught it as it ran
Through the melancholy trill of the plaintive whip-poor-will,
Through the ringdove's gentle wail, chattering jay and whistling quail
Sparrow's twitter, catbird's cry, redbird's whistle, robin's sigh;
Blackbird, bluebird, swallow, lark; each his native note might mark.
Oft he tried the lesson o'er, each time louder than before;
Burst at length the finished song, loud and clear it poured along."
There's a nest in the Monkey tree that grows to the west of the house.
Of thorny sticks it was made and a soft lining of cotton it has. In it were
four bluish eggs spotted with reddish brown — and out of these eggs came
four little birds. These four little birds, they like earthworms, berries and
insects. Their scientific name is Mimus polyglottos leucopterus. We learned
this verse about the song their father sang before their coming. (He doesn't
have so much time to sing just now.)
"An arrow, feathery, alive, he darts and sings, —
Then with a sudden skimming dive of striped wings
He finds a pine and, debonnair, makes with his mate
All birds that ever rested there articulate;
The whisper of a multitude of happy wings
Is 'round him, a returning brood, each time he sings.
Though heaven be not for them or him, yet he is wise,
And daily tiptoes on the rim of Paradise."
A DAY— ITS JOY AND TRAGEDY
This has been a tragical day. Yesterday I discovered Heron Town in
treetops seven miles away (which isn't very far when 'tis something you are
Tery much interested in). I hurried home to tell the others about this won-
derful town in the treetops (why those skyscrapers Glen Hankins was tell-
ing about could not be much ahead of Heron Town), but when I reached
home no one was interested in Herons. There was company, and furthermore
"little girls should be seen and not heard." The only time anyone seemed in-
terested was at bedtime, when mother and father forbid me to try climbing
to Heron Town. (It's awful to have an exploring, climbing spirit and to
have it suppressed.) I think the tragedy really began last night with their
forbidding my climbing to Heron Town. Why, all the way home I had been
thinking of finding out about Heron home life and of assisting mother and
father Herons in feeding the babies. And how in the world was one to feed
baby Herons unless one climbed up to their cradles? I thought about so
many things to be found out about the way a Heron lives, and kept think-
ing, and I dreamed last night that I was in Heron Town. And this morn-
ing I got up before anyone else in the house was up and went to the pantry
and to the garden, and took my breakfast along with me. Also I took
along Belshazzer (one of my pet frogs), Shep (the dog), Solomon Rheo-
boam (the pet skunk), and Plato (the pet turtle). Thus we started for
Heron Town — Plato and Belshazzer in my apron pockets, being as they
could not travel at the pace Solomon Rheoboam, Shep and I travel.
When I arrived at the trees in whose tops Heron Town was located I
once more shared what remained of my breakfast with my companions, and
leaving all but Belshazzer at the foot of the tree, I started upwards. It was
considerable more than a hundred feet above the ground and a very hard
climb, so that before I reached the village I had fully decided that if I was
going to assist in feeding baby Herons I would need larger pockets to carry
food in. When I was almost at the first big nest (there were heaps of
others), I took Belshazzer out of my pocket and set him on the nearest limb
until I could get balanced and settled down for observation; but right then
and there a Heron gobbled him up, and it surprised me so that I lost a part
of my balance and started earthward — and on my way I decided right then
and there that if baby Herons were to be fed upon such a diet I would with-
draw my offer of assistance made on the previous day. I didn't get quite to
earth, because I lodged on a limb on the way down. Then I began the climb
all over again and had the most wonderful day at Heron Town. The homes
were just platforms of sticks — Herons are not neat housekeepers, and the
babies are gawky and squawky ; but it was a wonderful feeling one had being
up among them. I'm not sure whether baby Herons like being cuddled or
not. I tried to cuddle two, one in each arm, but they squawked so much I
AND OTHER DAYS
almost lost my balance again. Some nests had eggs in them — three and
four bluish green ones. And some were queer-looking things who had not
been long out of the eggs. There were so many things happening in Heron
Town — folks coming and going all the time — every minute was so exciting.
Fd like to have stayed there all night ; but toward evening I began to get so
hungry — it seemed years since I had had anything to eat. (Fd only kept a
weenty bit of my breakfast and had given the most of it to the other folks
I arrived home just at supper time, and was reminded that it was a
school day — a fact which I had forgotten all about. Also I was reminded
that my apron was torn in four places — a fact I had not noticed. That I had
been to Heron Town was made known by my torn apron before I had time
to open my mouth and tell them about the wonderfulness of being up there
with the baby Herons so far above the world.
May 22nd — Fm having little bits of troubles at school every day — just
because the school curriculum and my nature study do not fit in together.
And sometimes what seems like a big trouble in the end brings me a friend.
Today the trouble was mostly about caterpillars. I hunted them on the way
to school and found seventeen ; but I arrived at school nine minutes after the
tardy bell rang. That wasn't the worst of it, though, because in the after"
noon some way they escaped from my desk. I sit in a seat partnership with
Mable, who neither likes caterpillars nor our teacher — and she told me con-
fidentially that it was not especially because she did not like the caterpillars
that she shoved them out of the desk ; but mostly because she hoped it would
make the creepers go up teacher's spine — but teacher was a hero and helped
me to find every one of those truant caterpillars after school let out. (Of
course she didn't pick them up — I did the picking up.) Teacher admitted that
she was afraid of caterpillars, because they were such dreadfully creepy
things Then I told her how velvety they were and how wonderful they were —
and all about my caterpillar farm. When I finished telling her about them I
held out the big green velvety one that was going to be a Luna Moth and let
her feel how velvety it was. Afterwards she went part way home with me
and helped me to gather walnut leaves for the velvety green one that was go-
ing to be a Luna Moth, oak leaves for three who were going to be White Ad-
miral Butterflies, and Monkey Flower leaves for seven who were going to
be Checker-spot Butterflies.
May 24th — Along the way to school to-day I saw Bluebirds, Robins,
Blackbirds, Song Sparrows, Towhees, Monarch Butterflies, Chipping Spar-
rows, Swallowtail Butterflies, three Chipmunks, one Gray Squirrel, and three
Carabadae Beetles. I was almost late to school.
ALONG THE ROAD
By the side of the road where the Children of Men pass by there is my
Hummingbird garden. That these fairies may come again and again I've
planted there for them the flowers that they love — Trumpet Flower, Cardinal
Flower, Oswego Tea, Columbine, Honeysuckle, Painted Cup, Nasturtiums,
and Gladiolas. 'Tis now the second year of this flower garden; and many times
With dizzy wings and dainty craft,
In green and gold, the humming-bird
Dashed here and there, and touched and quaffed
The honey-dew, then flashed and whirred
And vanished like a feathered shaft
That glitters from a random bow.
Minutest of the feathered kind,
Possessing every charm combin'd,
Nature, in forming thee, design'd
That thou should'st be
A proof within how little space
She can confine such perfect grace,
Rendering thy lovely fairy race
Thy burnished colors to bestow
Her pencil in the heavenly bow
She dipp'd and made thy plumes to glow
With every hue.
May 29th — Today and yesterday along the way we found upon Sicky
Monkey Flower plants little bristly black caterpillars with big appetites —
little caterpillars who had but recently come out of tiny eggs that were pale
yellowish when first they were laid by Mother Checker-spot Butterfly upon
the Monkey Flower plant. It was only last year that we raised from the
eggs one hundred and one butterflies like Checker-spot, whose other name is
May 30th — Saw six little Pig fairies by the road today. Of course Pig
fairies are interesting. What does a Pig use his nose for beside to smell
with? What do you think a Pig wallows in the mud for? How does he
take his bath? Have you fed acorns to Pigs? Do you know the different
kinds of Pigs when you see them — Yorkshire, Cheshire, Poland-China.
Duroc-Jersey, and Berkshire? Have you had a pet Pig? I once had a
little Poland-China pet who was very fond of going on nature walks along
the road, and stopping at the oak grove. She sometimes went to school with
me, which displeased the teacher, but pleased all the pupils. We learned
this rhyme about Pigs (of course all grown-up Pigs are not lumps of in-
"The nice little pig with its curly tail.
As soft as satin and pinky pale,
Is a very different thing by far
From the lumps of iniquity big pigs are."
ALONG THE ROAD
"Little Diogenes, bearing your tub, whither away so gay,
With your eyes on stalks and a foot that walks, tell me this, I pray:
Is it an honest snail you seek that makes you go so slow;
And over the edges of all things peek, have you found him, I want to know
Or do you go slow because you know your house is neat and tight?
And there is no hurry and surely no worry lest you stay out late at night?**
May 28th — Really Snail fairies are n ery interesting — of course they can
not hurry rapidly about. (But could we if we had, like the Snail, only one
foot?) And his horns — they are no horns at all. Truly his eyes are on the
end of these two stalks. I wonder how it would feel if you and I had our
eyes on stalks. And really though he has but one foot — that foot is a won-
der. And the palace he carries about with him — now isn't Snail as wonderful
a fairy as the magicians of fairy stories — for Snail takes his house right
along with him. When danger threatens he withdraws himself into his
palace. Have you raised Snails from babyhood? I find their eggs in masses
under old decaying leaves. Snail eggs are as big as the small peas that grow
in Grandma's garden. And these eggs, in which were the Baby Snails to be,
were almost transparent when I found them. When Baby Snails first hatched
each had a tiny shell — and as baby grew the shell grew too. So I beheld the
growing of a palace, spire by spire. "Snail Nursery" was in a large box,
with soil and moss and leaves (dampened ones) in the bottom. For break-
fast, dinner ,and supper my Baby Snails, who were to be grown up Snails
some day, were served vegetables and fruits. This year we have twenty-
seven Snail Babies. (Did you know that Mother and Father Snail are one
and the same fairy dwelling in one Snail shell?) But about our Baby Snails
— we brought out the Bible and the Ancient History and after much discus-
sion selected their names. The responsibility of selecting names is enor-
mous and growing from year to year — as the number of Butterfly, Moth,
Beetle, Toad, Frog, Snake, and other fairies raised from the eggs increases
and friendships made with Birds, Squirrels, and Skunks grow. Then there
are the scientific names — it is so interesting to know them. Scientifically
those twenty-seven Baby Snails are Epiphragmophora fidelis.
May 29th — We met a number of Wild Radish fairies today. Their
ancestors dwelt in the gardens here about and these, their chlidren, have
traveled beyond the gardens. Did you know that Radish is a cousin to Mus-
tard, Spring Beauty, Rock Cress and Lace Pod?
May 30th — The Wren, the little darling House Wren, has chosen one of
our bird-houses for her home — and we are just as happy as can be. First we
watched her bringing tiny twigs — then soft feathers. That was several days
ago. Now there are five dear little eggs in the nest. We can hardly wait
until they hatch, for it's so much fun helping with a Wren nursery.
ROMEO AND THE CATERPILLARS
Come here! come here! Summer is on the way!
The Oriole is calling in the blossom-time of May.
We saw to-day along the way seven Snails, three Toads, five Swallowtail
Butterflies, and three Blues, five Robins, eighteen Blackbirds, and one Oriole.
"At some glad moment was it nature's choice
To dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?"
We had a happy time, and on our way home we learned this verse about the
Oriole. (It is so interesting to learn each day some verse about some fairy —
in that way we make them our own.)
"I know his name, I know his note,
That so with rapture takes my soul;
Like flame the gold beneath his throat.
His glossy cap is black as coaU
O, Oriole, it is the song you sang me from the cottonwood;
Too young to feel that I was young.
Too glad to guess if life were good." — Wm. Dean Howells.
May 31st — Saw Fairy-ring Mushrooms on the way to school. In groups
and circles were these fairies, whose scientific name is Marasmius oreades.
"And the people said when they saw them there,
The Fairy umbrellas out in the rain:
*0 Spring has come, so sweet and so fair.
For there are those odd little toadstools again.' "
I found Romeo, a little street waif, one day in the factory district — to-
jfether we found the caterpillars — soft, velvety ones. And Romeo was not
long in making the discovery that there was more jolly fun m raising cat-
erpillars than playing in the street. Soon several of his chums made the
same discovery and down slum way on a corner — a wee, tiny corner — was
this sign : "This way to the Caterpillar Farm," and the way led into Romeo's
At the caterpillar farm were caterpillars who were going to be — that
18, when they were grown up — Swallowtails, beautiful yellow and black
ones, and Blues, and Silvers.
There were eggs and butterflies laying eggs, too. There were cradles
in which were the Monarch Butterflies to be.
Best of all at Caterpillar farm were the happy hearts.
"New courage, nobler vision, will survive
That I have known my kinship to the flower,
My brotherhood with rain, and in this vale
Have been a moment's friend to all alive." — Holley.
ALONG THE ROAD
Day by day along the road we learn the bigger things of life, we gaim
a larger vision and find new inspiration in companionship with —
"God of the open air."
"The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday,
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play;
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees.
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees."
"The foolish fears of what may happen,
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay;
Among the rustling of the com.
Where the drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born.
Out in the fields with God."
Among the willows I saw him — saw that darling fairy warbler — he
whose throat is yellow, he who wears a black mask, he who is the cousin
of many Wood Warblers. Among the weed stalks I have found their cradle
made of many grasses. Western Yellowthroat is his name — Geothlypis tri-
chas occidentalis, his scientific name. We children love this verse about the
song of the Yellow-throat fairies. (His cousin in the east is called Mary-
"There's magic in the small bird's note —
See — there he flits — the Yellow-throat;
A living sunbeam, tipped with wings,
A spark of light that shines and sings
Witchery — ^witchery — ^witchery."
Learning things is so interesting — sometimes, which is very often, it is
hard — and we have many things to overcome in learning things. But I am
always happy just to a-learning day by day, for God's world is filled with
wisdom all 'round about us. Other fairy folk are learning too. Early this
morning I quietly watched a wee Birdie a-learning to sing.
"The little bird sits in the nest and sings
A shy, soft song to the morning light;
And it flutters a little and primes its wings.
The song is halting, and poor, and brief,
And the fluttering wings scarce stir a leaf,
But the note is prelude to sweeter things
And the busy bill and the flutter slight.
Are proving the wings for a bolder flight!" — Paul Dunbar.
ALONG THE ROAD
"The breeze warbles and the mute, still air
Is music slumbering on her instrument."
June — St. John's Wort is blooming, he who dwells in Europe and Asia
as well as our own America, he to whom many virtues are ascribed — and
whose blossoms for many generations have been hung by European peasants
in their windows to keep away evil, and lightning, and witches. Too, upon
June 24th, St. John's day, they gathered this plant and used it as a balm for
many ills. It came to our land from across the sea. 'Tis a bit of sunshine by
What does a Toad like to eat? The best way to find out is to watch.
And if one has a great many things to do and has not much time to go afield
one can bring Toad eggs from the pond and raise one's own Toads in one's
own garden. This is what I have been doing — and so as I went about
in my garden, hoeing and weeding, I have learned that Toads eat — Snails,
Slugs, Cutworms, Earthworms, Sowbugs, Caterpillars, Beetles, and Flies.
Sir Toad, like all Toads, has a wonderful tongue. Watch him catch a fly.
It seemeth to me that Flicker hath a goodly number of names — Red-
hammer, High-hole, Woodpecker, and Colaptes cafer collaris. Flicker is
not particular about a mansion for a home — his youngsters are cradled in
an old snag near the road. Fortunately for me another old snag tumbled
against this snag, and I was able to climb upon the fallen snag to a stub of
a limb upon the tree in which the Flickers dwell. Not many days ago there
were eight white eggs in that old snag — and now — well those wee bits of
humanity consume unmeasurable amounts of Ants, Grasshoppers, and ber-
ries. Why I have been late twice this week at school just because one
pocketfull of food called for another. They have yaruping concerts — all
joining in from the youngest to the oldest. The other day I gathered wild
strawberries for Grandma. On my way home I stopped at Flicker Apart-
ments, and fearing that something might happen to the bucket of berries,
if left below, I crawled up the snag with the bucket on my arm. I gave
Least Flicker a strawberry. He was pleased and shouted "Yar-up!" Then
all his brothers and sisters did the same. Soon my berries were almost gone.
They like strawberries like I like potatoes. Flickers are such friendly
fairies. As soon as they discovered the source of supply they scrambled
over my apron sleeves to the bucket. Then I scooted down the tree and
picked some more berries for Grandma.
June 9th — Today I found the first eggs of Vanessa huntera, the Hunter's
Butterfly. There were five yellowish-green eggs on top of five different
leaves of Everlasting plant. Last year the first eggs I found on June 1st, and
the tiny caterpillars from these grew rapidly and soon changed to the chrysa-
lis stage — then on July 14th into grownup Hunter's Butterflies.
"The flower thine eye beholdest today
Hath in God's spirit bloomed eternally." — Angelus Silossius, 1650.
June 7th — By wayside and on hillside near is blooming now "Farewell
to Spring." Godetia of the Evening Primrose family — Godetia, cousin of
Willow Herb, Taraxia and Clarkia, with four satiny pink petals
June 12th — *Tis the time of Bouncing Bet and she blooms along the
way. Cousin of Campion, Cockle and Chickweed is she. To her blossoms
at evening come the Sphinx Moth fairies. It was some years ago that her
ancestors dwelt in Grandmother's garden ; but their children became rest-
less and went over the garden wall. Now we meet their descendants by
the wayside. Watch the little Bee fairies that come unto this fairy for
June 15th — When Grandma went out to look at her sassafras today she
found a twig chiffoned over so she called me — they all do when they find
pieces of chiffon tied over the twigs. I put that particular piece of chiffon
around that particular twig that I might better observe the ways of three
pale green little fairies who looked as if Jack Frost had been stroking his
fingers over their backs. Grandma was not pleased because they put their
beaks into the twig and pumped the sap. The one that pumped the hardest I
named Ormenis Pumper, the Great — and the next one, Ormenis Pumper, the
Lesser — and the least one of all, Ormenis, the Little Silver Hopper. You
see "Ormenis" is their scientific name. (Grandfather says they have also
another name, "Frosted Lightning Hopper"). They are relatives of the Lan-
June 23rd — Velvet Plant, traveler from another land, is blooming by
the roadside now ; and to the flowers come Bees, and also flies. We like
its yellow blossoms ; but best of all we like its velvety leaves and we think
that this coat of felt upon its leaves helps to protect them from the cold
in winter (Have you found its velvety rosettes in January?) and the heat
in summer. Long ago the Greeks and Romans made lampwicks of the
Mullein's dried leaves. In Europe and Asia "Velvet Plant" dwells today
as well as in our own America. This Mullein, called "Great Mullein," is a
cousin of Moth Mullein, Monkey Flower, Foxglove and Indian Paint
Brush — all these being members of Figwort family.
June 16th — Saw him by the road this afternoon — heard him first —
"Towhee, Towhee." He was in the thicket and then he was scratching
among the leaves. Saw him eat two beetles and three grasshoppers. This
Towhee fairy is a cousin of Goldfinch, Song Sparrow, Grosbeak, Junco and
ALONG THE ROAD
June 9th — June time is Rose time. Wild Roses and Sweetbrier are bloom-
ing along the way. We children love to stop and watch them and leave
them blooming there. Flower-friends are such lovely fairies, and do you
know the most joy comes from leaving them blooming where we find them?
Sometimes it is well to gather a few to carry to those who cannot come
out unto the flowers — but best of all is the abiding joy that comes from loving
them and leaving them in blossom where we find them. Have you learned
a part of what the poets have written about Rose fairies? Did you know
that Strawberry, Bridal Wreath, Cherry and Meadowsweet are all cousins
of the Rose ?
June 15th — Ladybird Beetles — just the name has so much in it. And
the grown-ups, they said just the word "Ladybird" takes them back again
to when they were little boys and girls and sang "Ladybird, fly away home."
And do you know one of the best things has happened — we have a Lady-
bird nursery with Ladybirds in all stages of growth ; the little yellow
eggs, the queer velvety, warty and spotted larvae who came out of like eggs,
the cradles, and grown-up Ladybirds — and the wonderful thing about it all
is that no one has scolded us, not even a tiny bit. You see last year, when
the plant lice were in armies upon two of Grandpa's favorite apple trees, we
took from our nursery many larvae that were to be Ladybirds when they
grew up, and placed them among the plant lice on the apple trees. Now, if
there is one thing a baby Ladybird or a grown-up Ladybird likes it is plant-
lice. Those Ladybirds-to-be had a great feast on each apple tree; and we
children won the day. All opposition to our Ladybird nursery was with-
drawn — so in this our second year we have a flourishing nursery. Why don't
you have a Ladybird nursery? Have you looked for their eggs and larvae
on cherry, apple, or other trees and plants infested with plant-lice?
To-day we have found nine Robin's nests : seven in Fir trees, one in the
Apple tree, and one in the Cherry tree. We said this verse softly to Mother
Robin in Cherry tree. We helped to feed her babies last month, and she
"We have a secret, just we three,
The robin and I and the sweet cherry tree;
The bird told the tree and the tree told me.
And nobody knows it but just we three;
But of course the robin knows it best,
Because he built it — I shan't tell the rest;
And laid the four little — somethings in it —
I am afraid I shall tell it every minute.
But if the tree and the robin don't peep,
I'll try my best the secret to keep;
Though I know when the little birds fly about.
Then the whole secret will be out."
ALONG THE ROAD
"Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
Loved the wood-rose and left it on its stalk?
O, be my friend, and teach me to be thine." — Emerson.
June 2nd — A wonderful jewel we saw today — the plump chrysalis of a
Monarch Butterfly. Emerald green with a few gold dots — there it hung
like an ear-drop on the old rail fence.
"The old rail fence, with aimless angles
Curved round the scented fields of old;
And wild blown vines in quaintest tangles
Bloomed there in purple and in gold."
June 3rd — O the wonders of this Fairyland — we find them everyday in
the field and along the way. To-day — early in the morning — we were about
looking at the work of the Fairy Builders — they who make of silk suspen-
sion bridges and wonderful webs. There were jewel dew-drops on the webs
of the Spider fairies. Have you watched them make their webs?
"Here shy Arachne winds her endless thread,
And weaves her silken tapestry unseen,
Veiling the rough-hewn timbers overhead,
And looping gossamer festoons between." — Elizabeth Akers.
Saw to-day some queer little flowerless fairies, which looked like tiny-
bird's nest containing eggs. They are called bird's-nest fungi — and what
looks like a tiny nest is really the cradle of the Baby Spores, who will be
when they grow up, Nidulariales.
Oh! the bonny, bonny dell, whaur the primroses won
Lookin' oot o' their leaves like wee sons o' the sun
Whaur the wild roses shine like flickers o' flame,
And fa' at the touch wi' a dainty shame;
Whaur the bee swings ower the white, clovery sod,
And the butterfly flits like a stray thocht o' God."— MacDonald.
June 9th — This evening we watched the Primroses blossom along the
road — they who are cousins of Star-flower and Cyclamen. Last winter we
found along the way the rosettes of their leaves. As we lingered near them
tonight Sphinx-moths came unto the blossoms. It was only last year that
upon a Primrose plant growing in a garden there lived and grew three cater-
pillars who became dainty Alaria florida moths — they who are pollen-car-
riers of evening Primrose fairies.
To watch the primrose blow. Silent they stood.
Hand clasped in hand, in breathless hush around
And saw her shyly doff her soft green hood
And blossom — with a silken burst of sound." — Margaret Deland.
ALONG THE ROAD
"Thou art only a gray and sober dove,
But thine eye is faith and thy wing is love." — Lanier.
Along the road today we found the home of Mourning Dove, and it
was in a tree on a branch twelve feet up from the ground. In it were two
eggs — two white ones. The nest itself was not in keeping with Dear Mother
Dove, for it was only a frail platform of twigs. And along the way we
heard Dove notes. We have learned that these Dove fairies like to eat
millepedes and other insects, snails, weed seeds and acorns. Sometimes in
the barnyard we give them grain, which pleases them, and they come again.
Their scientific name is Zenaidura macroura.
**So sweet, so sweet the calling of the thrushes,
The calling, cooing, wooing, everywhere,
So sweet the water's song through reeds and rushes,
The plover's piping note, now here, now there."
There is music all the day — I hear it wherever I go — in the fields, in
the woods, along the stream, by wayside — and the other day on a street in
the heart of the city I heard a Cricket.
To-day I found seven caterpillars of the Silver Spot Butterflies hidden
under the rail fence. I have never found them feeding during the day-
time, but the other evening in the moonlight I found three feeding on violet
leaves. Two years ago, when I raised fifty-three Silver Spot Butterflies, the
caterpillars ate not at all in the daytime, but when I got up in the night to
see what they were doing I would find them eating. Their menu consisted
entirely of violet leaves.
— O, those Stinkhorn Mushroom fairies — what have they such an awful
smell for? We children wanted to know, so we watched a little distant
and saw many Flies come unto them, seemingly drawn by this odor. Now
isn't it likely that these flies will carry away Baby Spores on their feet, and
the said Baby Stinkhorns will grow in some other place? Watch for the
Flies about Stinkhorns.
June 16th — All along the way Filaree fairies are blooming — pink blos-
soms now; but soon seed time will come and then we see clearly the reason
for its name "Alfilerilla," which is Spanish from Alfiler, meaning needle.
Storkbill, Clocks and Scissors are its other names. Why? Filaree belongs
to the Geranium family.
June 24th — Along the old rail fence, on the under side of the rails, we
found today six chrysalids (in color like unto the fence). And last year
from cradles like unto these came Velvet-Cloak Butterflies.
"And with childlike, credulous affection
We behold those tender wings expand.
Emblems of our own great resurrection.
Emblems of the bright and better land." — Longfellow.
ALONG THE ROAD
"Above the tumult of the canyon lifted,
The gray hawk breathless hung,
Or on the hill a winged shadow drifted,
Where furze and thorn-bush clung." — Bret Harte.
June 24th — IVe been watching Hawks today. They are wonderful sailors
— my! how we children wish that we could sail through the air as they do;
but then there are so many wonderful things down on earth to learn about
that life will always be full of wonderful hours. Knowing who is who and
which is which in Fairyland is much more interesting than just knowing
that is a tree, this a fern, that is a bird. Speaking of Hawks — there are the
Red-Tail Hawk, Sparrow Hawk, and Swainson Hawk; all respectable Hawks
and a blessing to the farmer in helping to keep rodents in check. Yet these
same Hawks suffer more or less, usually more, for the misdeeds of Sharp-
shinned Hawk, Goshawk, and Cooper Hawk — they who kill the wild birds
and poultry. We children are busy campaigning now, helping the farmers
hereabout to learn to distinguish between their Hawk friends and Hawk
foes. Thus it is written in the book of Nature, "Know thy friends, Red-
tail Hawk, Swainson Hawk, and Sparrow Hawk, for great is their service
unto thee on thy farm".
June 20th — "Raspberry Apartment House" that's the label I tied on to a
broken twig of one of Grandpa's raspberry vines. Now he wants to know
the reason why. Why — Mother Carpenter Bee started making the inside
of that twig into an apartment house in May. I watched her coming and
going. I know how it is inside because it is years since I found the first
one. (I was six then — and now I am nine.) Inside the twig in separate little
apartments made by herself are little Bee folks to be. She tunnels out the
twig and at the bottom places pollen and bee-bread — and of course it is for
the Baby-bee to be. After she has placed the egg in the first apartment she
roofs it over with pith chips glued together — (You see she first took the
pith out in making the tunnel). Then the roof of the first apartment serves
as the floor for the second apartment and there again pollen and bee bread
and the egg are placed ; and so on up to the top of the apartment house—but near
the door dear little Mother Carpenter Bee reserves a bit of room for her-
self. Within each apartment is going on the wonderful change from egg-
hood to grown-up bee-hood. And it is rather funny about their getting out
— the Oldest Brother or Sister Bee born in the bottom apartment can't get
out of the apartment house until youngest Little Brother or Sister at the
top grows up. Meanwhile, being grown-up and eager to be out he just tears
down the roof over his head and kicks the tiny fragments behind him — so
on does each brother as he grows up. Then when Last Brother is grown-up
they all fly out — darling little fairies with rainbow wings. Isn't this a
WESTERN RED-TAILED HAWK.
(Buteo borealis calurus).
COPYRIGHT ISO'-;, BY » W. MUHFORO. CHICAGO
ALONG THE ROAD
July 7th — This world is made up of big fairies, little fairies, littler fairies,
and least ones. Some of the littler ones are Leaf-miners. We have been out
inspecting their work to-day. They are the very little elves who cause many
of those little meandering lines and blister spots upon the beautiful leaves
of plants and trees. These elves are larvae that are to be, when they grow
up, tiny Moths or Beetles or Flies. (Nearly all those we have brought in
have changed into tiny Moths.) Today we found little mines on the leaves of
Pine, Nasturtium, Spinach, Columbine, Oak, Burdock, and Apple in a few
July 8th — In the thicket and along the fence dwell Nightshade fairies.
They whose other names are Bittersweet, Snakeberry, and Solanum; they
who are cousins of Tomato, Potato, and Egg-plant. Nightshade has such
beautiful berries, but Grandpa says that I must not eat them and of course
he knows best.
July 10th — Watched a Mother Scorpion hurrying about to-day with
two little Scorpion babies clinging to her by their pinchers. She hid among
the roots of an old stump.
Wood Betony is blooming now — she whose other names are Beefsteak
Plant and High Heal-All, she who belongs to Figwort family and is there-
fore a cousin of Mullein, Butter-and-Eggs, Monkey-flower, and Foxgloves.
Sometimes she dwells in the thickets and sometimes in open woods. We
saw Bumble-bees come unto her blossoms. Have you heard of Betony,
who dwells in Europe and is well known in folk-lore?
July — We children sat down by the road to-day and watched the
Ants for two whole hours ; and we forgot all about the time ; they were so
interesting. We saw them come out of their homes and go here and yonder.
They were constantly going after and bringing in food. One Ant came along
backward pulling along an insect larger than she was. Then one nest of
Ants we saw frightened and they scurried away in all directions carrying
pupae — which looked like grains of wheat. In one home we saw Ant eggs,
which are about the size of a pinpoint and oblong. Have you watched the
Ants milking plant-lice? To-day we observed them as they crawled up
plant-stems and milked their cows, the plant-lice, by gently patting and strok-
ing them with their antennae. Every moment watching Ants is full of inter-
est. They are such busy folks.
"My child, behold the cheerful ant,
How hard she works, each day
She works as hard as adamant;
Which is very hard, they say."
ALONG THE ROAD
"Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
I saw the white daisies go down to the sea;
A host in the sunshine, an army in June —
The people God sends to set our hearts free.
The bobolinks rallied them up from the dell,
The orioles whistled them out of the wood.
And all their dancing was 'Earth it is well,'
And all their saying was 'Life thou art good.' " — Bliss Carmen.
We saw him on a thistle — for a moment he stopped at the thistle, then
straight to the Cottonwood tree he flew. To the Cottonwood tree we softly
hurried too. We peered about, in and out among the branches — then we
caught a glimpse of a hanging basket cradle. And keeping still we heard
wee tiny voices — voices of Baby Orioles calling for breakfast, dinner, and
supper. We waited and watched — and as we waited saw Mother and Father
Oriole come with insects and wild berries. All this was the day that was
the day before yesterday. To-day we children brought insects and berries
to the four wee bits of Oriole humanity who have so recently come out of
four grayish white eggs. Softly the cradle of Icterus bullocki swings in the
O, who are they who wear the sunshine color — who wear yellow ? Now,
there are Meadowlark and Dandelion, Summer Warbler and Yellow Prim-
rose, Goldfinch and Sunflower, Orioles and Field Lilies, Yellow Violets and
Golden-crowned Kinglets, Yellow Star-grass and Horned Larks, Yellow-
throat Warblers and Marsh Marigold, Buttercups and Verdins, Sulphur But-
terflies and some Swallowtail Butterflies, too. Then Emperor Moth, Butter
and Eggs, and also St. John's Wort. Who else can you think of who wear
"The paths, the woods, the heavens, the hiws,
Are not a world today
But just a place God made for us
In which to play."
We have been having play school today, now that school is out. I hap-
pen to be chosen as teacher — my dear pupils are some of the other children
of the lumber camp. We play school one day, sometimes two days
a week. Part of the time we sit on the rail fence by the pasture bars
and talk things over, or sit on an old log in the woods, and often we have
school up in the trees. To-day we talked about the Fringilidae family — that
is such a big family, you know. Why, all of these fairies belong to that
family — Goldfinch, Grosbeak, Purple Finch, Song Sparrow, Towhee, Junco,
Vesper Sparrow, Crossbill, Redpoll, Snowflake, Tree Sparrow, Cardinal,
Chipping Sparrow, Indigo and Lazuli Bunting.
"Howdy, Mister Hop-Toad! Glad to see you out!
Bin a month o' Sundays sence I see you hereabout.
Mister Hop-Toad, honest true — Springtime — don't you love it?
You old rusty rascal, you, at the bottom of it!
Swell that fat old throat o' yourn and lemme see you swaller
Straighten up and h'ist your head! You don't owe a dollar!
Hulk, sulk, and blink away, you old bloat-eyed rowdy!
Hain't you got a word to say? Won't you tell me howdy?" — Riley.
July 2nd — Today little James, who came day before yesterday from New
York to spend the summer on the ranch, came rushing into the house, the while
telling us about and urging us to come and see the hippopotamus he had just
discovered, almost half a mile away. That hippopotamus of James' discovery
proved to be a toad — and this last hour James and I have been having a grave
discussion about toads — and he is going to be friends with all toads — this
toad in particular, whom he has named "Hippo." Already he has given him
two fat worms and brought him home to dwell in the garden. (He belongs
in the garden, anyway, and his other name is Simeon Peter — now he will
have two people to give him fat worms. I'm glad James found him, and, be-
ing as he is so much interested in naming him "Hippo," I don't think I'd best
tell him about his already being named Simeon Peter.)
"He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things, both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all." — Coleridge.
July 3rd — We watched Kingbird catching grasshoppers this afternoon.
He was very busily occupied. We kept very quiet (unless one keeps
quiet it is almost impossible to observe the ways of many of our Fairy
friends). We saw him take three caterpillars, too. In all the days we have
watched him his menu has consisted of insects — and he is the farmer's friend.
Did you know that Kingbird is a cousin of Phoebe, Flycatcher, and Wood
Pewee? Last year the Kingbirds nested in an old snag by the side of the
road. Merry times we children had climbing up that old snag to feed those
four baby Kingbirds. They are especially fond of caterpillars and grass-
hoppers. And their cradle — aside from weed stems, twigs, little roots and
plant fibers, also had bits of wool, colored string, and a piece of lace curtain
(which hung over the edge).
July 6th — The Painted Lady Butterfly, whose other name is Thistle
Butterfly, we often see and each year we raise them ; feeding the caterpil-
lars on a diet of nettle and thistle. We children like to think of the chil-
dren in other lands, who, too, can watch this butterfly, for in Europe, Af-
rica, Australia, South America and many islands of the sea dwell the
ALONG THE ROAD
"Upon his painted wings the Butterfly
Roamed a gay blossom of the summer sky." — Clark.
The Butterflies I saw along the way to-day were : Swallowtails (two dif-
ferent kinds) ; Monarchs, whose other names are Anosia plexippus and Milk-
weed Butterfly; Blues, those w^ee ones who hover about mud puddles, and
whose scientific name is Lycaena; Anglewings — those dear brownish ones
who are called Comma Butterflies, and Grapta comma; Checkerspots with
lovely velvet black and bits of yellow on top and checkered red and yellow
underneath, and who are called Melitaea; Sulphurs, Colias, hovering over
the clover; Silverspots, they whose scientific name is Argynnis, they whose
caterpillars I've found feeding on violet leaves in night time; Mourning
Cloak, Vanessa antiopa, who is also called Camberwell Beauty; Painted
Lady, she who dwells in many lands and is also called Thistle Butterfly and
Pyrameis cardui ; Wood-nymph of Genus Satyrus ; and about Oak tree White
Admiral of the Genus Basilarchia.
"The wandering rivulets dancing through the grass,
The gambols, low or loud, of insect-life.
The cheerful call of cattle in the vales.
Sweet natural sounds of the contented hours."
Then we came unto Lazuli Bunting, whose scientific name is Cyanospiza
amoena. This exquisite fairy wearing turquoise blue is a cousin of Gold-
finch, Junco, Towhee, Song Sparrow, Grosbeak, and Crossbill. In the wil-
lows by the stream was the nest of a Lazuli Bunting and in this home were
three pale greenish eggs.
"Grod spreads a carpet soft and green o'er which we pass;
A thick piled mat of jeweled sheen — and that is grass." — Arthur Powell.
*; "In the cool of the evening, when the low sweet whispers waken,
^ '■ In the beauty of the twilight, in the garden that He loveth,
The sunset winds, they wander through the heather,
The singing winds, they bow the reeds in prayer together,
Rustle all the meadow-grass and bend the dewy fern."
How sweet is eveningtime along the road — the music of the
breeze, the prayer whispers of the Earth-folk — the twilight chorus, and now
I hear the Vesper Sparrow sing —
It comes from childhood's land, where summer days are long
And summer eves are bland — a lulling good-night song.
Upon a pasture stone against the fading West
A small bird sings alone, then dives and finds his nest.
The evening star has heard and flutters into sight ;
0 childhood's vesper bird, my heart calls back "Good-night." — Thomas.
ALONG THE ROAD
There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by." — Bryant.
Today I went a-seeking for Beetles, and larvae that were to be Beetles
when they grow up. With me went my pet Toad, Bufo Boreas (that's his
scientific name), and my pet Frog, Rana Aurora (that's his scientific name).
Sometimes the scientific names o' folks make very suitable everyday
names — so I have found. It was Beetles we were seeking for to-day, and
these are they whom we met along the way — Scarabadae, Carabadae, Cicin-
delidae, and Buprestidae.
About insects: It is rather puzzling the way grown-ups apply that
name to so many Fairy Folk who are not insects. Now, a spider is not an
insect — his body is divided into two parts (his head and chest in one and
his abdomen forming the other part) — an insect's body consists of three
parts (his head, thorax or chest, and abdomen). Also, about the matter of
legs : Every insect, when he or she grows up, has three pairs of legs —
each pair consisting of two legs — making a total of six legs. Now, we
know a spider has more than six legs. And about Millepedes, Centipedes,
and Sowbugs — goodness knows anyone with eyes ought to see plainly
that these folks o' Fairyland have an abundance of legs — referring par-
ticularly to Sir Millepede. They who are insects are these — Bees, Ants,
Grasshoppers, Dragon Flies, Butterfles, Moths, Beetles, Wasps — and there
are many more. All those belonging in the higher scale of insect life pass
through wonderful changes and are transformed. These four stages are
egg, larval, pupae, and perfect insect with wings. But not so they who
belong in the lower scale — Bugs. The young o' Bugs when they hatch look
a bit like Mother and Father Bug.
Speaking of Bugs — all Bugs are insects, but not all insects are Bugs.
Some Bugs have wings and some have none; but all Bugs have mouth parts
for piercing or sucking. Now, among Bugs are these: Water Bug (Belo-
stoma). Squash Bug and Plant Lice.
How we children love the Wild Thyme as it blossoms by the wayside
from June to September. Did you know that Thyme was used as an incense
in Greek temples? Have you watched the Bees and Butterflies come to its
blossoms? It belongs to the Mint family. Who are some of its cousins?
We children like this verse:
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows.
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine." — Shakespeare.
ALONG THE ROAD
July 5th — Sometimes I share my bread and jam with the Yellowjackets
who have a home on a bush by the road twenty trees and one distant from
the garden. To-day I climbed upon the old rail fence close to their home
with a piece and a half of bread and jam — the half piece for them and the
piece for myself — But they all wanted to be served at once, so it became
necessary to turn over all bread and jam on hand. I broke it into little pieces
and they had a royal feast right there on the old fence rail. I wanted my
bread and jam — but then Yellowjackets are such interesting fairies, being
among the world's first paper-makers — and baby Yellowjackets are such
chubby youngsters. (Have you seen them in their cells within their paper
homes?) Thinking on these things made it a joy to share one's bread and
jam with these Wasp fairies.
July 9th — This morning we watched a Velvet Cloak Butterfly come
from its chrysalis.
July 12th — As we watched Foxglove fairies by the roadside today we
saw Bumble-Bees enter their blossoms upside-down; and truly, in doing so,
they looked much like miniature clowns. Upon the Foxglove leaves cater-
pillars of Peacock Butterflies were feeding. The story of why Foxgloves were
so named is that long ago sly foxes used these blossoms on their feet that
they might not be heard as they went about. Foxgloves are also called
Fairy Thimbles and Digitalis. They are cousins of Monkey Flower, Indian
Paint Brush and Mullein.
July 13th — What makes that "snakespit" or "frogspit" on the stems of
plants? Do you sometimes wonder who causes it? We did — but do not now.
We wanted so much to know that we started in to find out and learned —
that he is neither Frog nor Snake. The elf who does that is hidden under
the frothy mass. He is a little insect of the family Cercopidae, and his com-
mon name is Spittle insect. It was in the fall that we found their eggs upon
the stems of plants and weeds. We brought them home and kept them until
they hatched in the spring. When again you see "frogspit" on a plant look
for the elf under the frothy mass. One day I saw Wasp fairy looking for
July 20th — Have been exploring today for some fairy lions — and found
seven. Of course there are lions in Fairyland. These I found to-day were
Ant Lions. Ant Lions, when they grow up, become beautiful fairies with
four wings, and they look somewhat like Dragon flies. But it is before they
grow up that they are lions — they dig pits and wait and wait for ants passing
to tumble into these pits. While I was watching them this afternoon one
ant came scurrying by and tumbled in the pit. Soon the lion had her.
I brought home an Ant Lion in a jar of sand, and already he is trying to
make a pit. Have you watched them? Their other name is "Doodle-bug."
ALONG THE ROAD
"The dust of the roadside is vocal;
There is music from every clod;
Bird and breeze are the wild flower's angels.
Their messages bearing to God."
July 17th — Now time is weed time — and we children find weeds very
interesting. Today we found many Running Mallows with their small, pale
blossoms. At four o'clock we held a reception for all relatives of the Weed
Mallow. Those invited were Cousin Swamp Rose Mallow, who dwells on
the bank of the stream ; Cousin Velvet Leaf, who dwells by the wayside and
whose ancestors came over from India; Cousin Hollyhock, from grandmoth-
er's garden, and Rose of Sharon. So, truly, our interest in a weed grows as
we learn to know its relatives. Little Edna says, "Weed Running Mallow's
being a cousin to Rose of Sharon isn't the only reason why we like it. The
big reason is the cradles it provides for its baby seeds — those doll cheeses."
Watch out for them.
July 21st — Today in the garden I found two garter snakes, including pet
frogs in their menu. Then that Aristotle and Pliny, and the three Ptolemies,
and thirteen other pet frogs might not perish likewise from the face of the
earth, I carefully removed them, handsfull and pocketsfull at a time, to the
butterfly room, into which no creeping thing (snakes in particular) could
enter. But even as the day began with tragedy, so it ended for seventy-
seven of my caterpillars (which I had raised from the eggs, and which were
to have been — that is when they were grown-up — Mourning Cloak butter-
flies, Vanessa Antiopas) were consumed by the above mentioned frogs.
July 23rd — Have you ever noticed how many of the wayside flowers
wear the sunshine's color — wear yellow of different shades? We started
out to find all who wore yellow and the first one we came to was Butter
and Eggs. Now, other names, too, has this fairy — Toad-flax, Eggs-and-Bacon,
Flaxweed, Brideweed and Linaria Vulgaris; the last being her scientific
name. She belongs to the Figwort family. Who are her cousins?
July 30th— "O, O! Where did all these Lace Bugs come from?" That's
what Grandma was wanting to know when she stepped out on the porch ten
minutes ago. Now she knows — you see this is "Lace Bug Day" and all after-
noon we children have been collecting Lace Bugs. And we had just settled
down on the end of her porch to have "Lace Bug Convention" and somehow
some of the Lace Bugs got out of our pockets. What do Lace Bugs do? was
the opening sentence of the convention. "Lace Bugs live on trees, and suck
sap if you please." It was Manya who said so, and she knows, because she
and I have watched them hours and hours. And at "Lace Bug Convention"
we had the pleasure of announcing to the other eight there assembled that
the family name of Lace Bug was Tingitidae.
ALONG THE ROAD
"Little weavers of the summer, with sunbeam shuttle bright
And loom unseen by mortals, you are busy day and night,
Weaving fairy threads as filmy and soft as cloud swans, seen
In broad blue sky-land rivers, above earth's fields of green.'
— Ray Lawrence.
Milkweeds here and there and yonder along the way. Cousins of many
another Milkweed are they. Have you found Monarch Butterflies about their
leaves. Why? And what do you think of their fairy cradles? Would it not
be fun to go ballooning as each Milkweed baby seed does?
I've been gathering Nettle. I heard Grandma say to-day, **What use can
that child be finding for Nettle?" I'm finding a daily use for Nettle. Am
raising Anglewing Butterflies, and those caterpillars refuse whatsover food
is placed before them except Nettles, which satisfy to the utmost. Satis-
faction to the utmost is not an abiding condition with them just at present,
though, and it is necessary that I go often for Nettles.
July 29th — I've found several centipedes today around decayed stumps
and pieces of old hollow logs. Centipedes haven't as many legs as milli-
pedes, but what they have are larger. Centipedes belong to the class Chilo-
poda. Centipedes are neither worms, insects nor bugs, but they are Centi-
pedes. Can't we call them always by their right name. Centipedes? Three
times I've started to raise Centipedes, but something always happens to
them before they become grown-up, and they disappear. And Uncle, who
has much sympathy with my nature study, thinks that I had best wait until
I am older to have a Centipede Farm.
When we held a reception for the Mint family these are the flowers the
children invited — went out into the fields and waste places to bid them come
unto our flower reception : Peppermint, Catnip, Skullcap, Self-Heal, Heart-of-
the-Earth, Yerba Buena, Garden Balm, Blue Curls, Oswego Tea, Pennyroyal,
Wild Thyme, and Citronella, Dittany, Gill-Over-the-Ground, and Helmet
Flowers. Some of these are one and the same, for some have more than
one name. And they who were not found growing wild we brought from
Nell took her five cats for a walk to-day. And she came walking down
our lane, and what did those pesky cats do but nibble at my Catnip plants
that I've just set out in my wild flower garden of Mint Fairies. Grandpa
laughed when he saw those Cats nipping at my Catnip, and said : "It appears
to me that some Cats like Catnip like some little Girls I know like potatoes."
Then I felt better about sharing my Catnip with Nell's cats. When one gets
ruffled up Grandpa has a way of saying things that smooth one's feathers
all down again.
'IN ALL PLACES THEN AND IN ALL SEASONS
FLOWERS EXPAND THEIR LIGHT AND SOUL-LIKE WINGS'
* 5 Life-size.
COPYRIGHT 1900, BY A. W. MUMtORi), CHICAGO
ALONG THE ROAD
Then"Like liquid gold the wheat field lies,
A marvel of yellow and russet and green,
That ripples and runs, that floats and flies
With subtle shadows flies a change, and a sheen.
— And the colors, they run to the western sun
Through the sheaves of the ripening wheat."
How glad it makes our hearts as we travel the open road to see the fields
of wheat along the way — and listen to the music of the wheat. We talked
of wheat in our Cathedral service this last Lord's day — and one of our texts
was (of course this was only one — we have more, one for each day in the
week, to meditate upon.)
"Each thing upward tends, by necessity decreed.
And a world's support depends upon the shooting of a seed."
"O the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing.
How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing."
This is another text we had in the service last Lord's day, also :
"The child, the seed, the grain of corn, the acorn on the hill.
Each for some separate end is born in season fit, and still —
Each must in strength arise to work the Almighty will."
When we saw Blue Jay and again when we saw Steller's Jay we thought
of what Shakespeare had said :
What, is the jay more precious than the lark
Because his feathers are more beautiful? — Shakespeare.
It is very interesting — the keeping of diaries for one's friends — the writ-
ing in on different days and weeks of their ways — and especially is it inter-
esting where one has known them from babyhood. I have kept diaries for my
pet Squirrels, Chipmunks, Skunks, Bats, Turtles, Deer, Porcupine, Raccoon,
Toads, Horned Lizards, Wood Mice, and for the many pet Birds. All these
diaries are recorded in three other Fairyland books, together with the por-
traits of the afore-mentioned fairies.
And of the grasshopper musician, he of the fields and waysides, it is
"Grasshopper, your fairy song
And my poem alike belong
To the deep and silent earth,
From which all poetry has birth;
All we say and all we sing
Is but the murmuring of that drowsy heart of hers
When from her deep dream she stirs;
If we sorrow, or rejoice.
You and I are but her voice.
ALONG THE ROAD
"When the foxfire burns beside the river,
The crickets sing under tawny leaves,
And grasshopper fiddles solemnly quiver,
While the harvesters gather the sheaves." — Gene Stratton Porter.
August 10th — Glory, glory! Praise God from whom all blessings flow! For
five whole months I've been looking for Goldfinch home. In June when
Bluebirds were raising their second family, and in July when Robins were
making a third home, I sought and found not Goldfinches home. Then I
began to pray mornings as well as nights — and if I didn't find the home to-
day. I was going along the hillside among the Vine Maples when ahead
of me I saw a dear cradle with a bit of olive brown on it. Mrs. Goldfinch was
at home. When I came nearer I saw near by a darling golden fairy wearing
a black cap on his head, and black and white upon his wing. While keeping
very quiet I heard him softly saying "bay-bee, bay-bee." O, I am so happy,
Later — I'm just sure those Goldfinch fairies have learned the "multiplication
tables" rapidly for the number of times they want breakfast, dinner, and
supper to be served is many times that of ordinary children. (And we have
big appetites, too.) One thing they have not learned is "division," for every
time anything is brought to the nest each little Goldfinch thinks it is truly
his turn — and that it is all for him.
The thistles show beyond the brook
Dust on their down and bloom,
And out of many a weed-grown nook
The aster flowers look
With eyes of tender gloom. — ^Howells.
August 25th — We were watching the California Thrashers this afternoon
clearing away the leaves with his long bill. While watching him scratching
we heard another in a bush nearby: "Kick it now," "Kick it now," he
seemed to be saying. These brown birds with long tails are cousins of
Mocking Birds and Wrens.
August 27th — On an Everlasting flower by the roadside I found a won-
derful fairy cradle, near an inch long, of the pretty scales of the Everlasting
flower held together by a little web. And who was the maker of this dainty
cradle? — a caterpillar who would be, when he grew up, a Hunter's Butterfly.
"In the summer of the summer, when the hazy air is sweet
With the breath of crimson clover and the days a-shine with heat,
When the sky is blue and burning and the clouds a downy mass
When the breeze is idly dawdling, there is music in the grass —
"Just a thistly, whistly sound,
In the tangles near the ground;
Just a lisping, whisp'ring tune, like a bumblebee's bassoon.
In a far-away fantasia is the music in the grass.
ALONG THE ROAD
"How deepening bright, like mounting flame, doth bum
The golden-rod upon a thousand hills.
This is the Autumn's flower, and to my soul
A token fresh of beauty and of life,
And life's supreme delight."
August 15th — 'Tis the time of Golden-rod, and the way is bordered with
plumes of gold bringin.g joy to the eyes of those who pass by. We children
go unto them and watch the insects about them and upon them. We have
this motto in our Botany study, "Know the flowers — and know their insect
visitors." So every day new things we learn and sweet the joy we find in
knowing the every-day things around us.
August 16th — We found thirteen of those slender, sleepy little "Stilt
Bugs" in the oak thicket today. Their family name is Berytidae.
August 17th — Someone said the Spiders and Scorpions were distant rela-
tives, so when I was crowded for room in the hospital nursery I placed three
Scorpions in with the Spiders ; but the Scorpions ate the Spiders up. I'm
learning much about the food of certain Wayside folks in the hospital when
one eateth up another, and another eateth up another. This world is a bit
puzzling at times, I truly think.
August — Willow-Herb whose other name is "Fireweed," and who
also blooms in Asia and in Europe we now daily see. Where last year the
forest fire burned over the hillside now the Great Willow-herb grows and
hides a part of the ruin. It is truly a comforting fairy — this cousin of Prim-
rose and Star-flower. Yesterday we learned this verse about it :
"Strange flower, thy purple making haste
To glorify each blackened waste
Of fire-swept land
Is with a blessed meaning fraught,
And we, when pain hath fully wrought.
August 20th — David and Jonathan, the two Mourning Doves, accom-
panied me along the road today. David perched upon my left shoulder, and
Jonathan upon the right. Jonathan ate part of an acorn and David ate the rest-
Then each did eat a millepede. And as we went on we saw thirty-one
other Mourning Doves perched on the telephone wires. As evening came
near we came again home.
"There comes a perfume from the sunset land.
And from the sunset vapor comes a voice;
Someone in evening's gateway seems to stand
And o'er a flood of glory shout, 'Rejoice!'" — ^Thompson.
CROW— A WAYSIDE FAIRY
Note that may be in the nature note book almost any day in the year — Saw crows today.
Did you know that the Crow is a cousin of Magpie, Steller's Jay, darkens
Nutcracker, and our American Raven?
Did you know that crows also have their place in poetry? We children
learned this "\'erse about them :
"When the golden rod, uplifted
As a wayside benediction.
Cheers the traveler on his journey
Through the sultry hours of August,
Deep within the forest reaches,
In the shadow of the ledges,
Gather crows in friendly concourse.
All their notes are low and drowsy.
Muffled croaks and gutteral cawings;
All their motions speak contentment.
Tell of coolness, well-fed comfort."
August 20th — "Some folks have names that suit them, and some folk.^
have names which really do not belong to them," says little James. Fm sure
that Road Runner belongs in the first-mentioned class. The second time I
saw Road Runner I hoped to have a race with him down the road, but the
catching up with him was an impossibility.
"Hermes" is the name we children have given a certain Road Runner
with whom we have made friends. It was upon a May Day that we met
and became friends. We found the way to this Road Runner's heart (as
we found the way to many a nestling's heart) through his stomach. He,
with two brothers and a little sister, were in a cradle in a clump of cactus —
a cradle made of sticks and lined with grass and feathers. Eagerly we
watched to see what Mother and Father Road Runner fed their babies. In
between the feedings the youngsters made odd sounds, and little James
joined them by clicking together two pieces of wood — the sounds were much
Many days have we watched and a number of things have we learned
about Road Runners — "Hermes" in particular. Before he left the nest we
learned of his fondness for grasshoppers and caterpillars. One day we gave
him a centipede and he liked it. Since leaving the nest he has helped to
satisfy that appetite of his with three of our pet horned toads, two pet field
mice, and a black cricket, which we had raised. We also have watched him
take snails, grasshoppers, caterpillars, beetles, and the other day we saw
him with a garter snake. "Hermes" is a cousin of the Cuckoos, being a
member of the Cuculidae family. His scientific name is Geococcyx Califor-
August 11th — We often meet them — those Jamestown Weeds. Did
you know that their cousins are Nightshade and Tobacco, Petunia, Tomato
and Potato?. Jamestown Weed has other names also — Thorn Apple, Jim-
son Weed and Devil's Trumpet. Scientists call it Datura Stramonium. Not
always has Jimson Weed dwelt in our land, for he came from Asia. In
evening hours we children have watched Sphinx Moths come unto these
August 15th — Today Rameses II, our pet horned toad (who really is no
toad at all, but who is a genuine lizard) ate for dinner David, our cricket mu-
sician, whose development we children have eagerly watched since that day
we first found him when he was only a baby cricket with musical possibilities.
August 17th — I found today by the wayside on the blossoms of the ox-
eye daisy five fairies, five yellowish-green fairies, each with a blackish band
across his abdomen. And while yet I waited near the flowers, I saw these
five insects who came to the Ox-eye Daisy, and yet nine others before I went
away. And at last, after long searching, I found their name and thought it
suited them well — these *V\mbush Bugs" of the family Phymatidae.
August 21st — Troubles, troubles, and in our Flower Room, whose syn-
onym is "Heaven on Earth" ; but now Salome has ruined its reputation. Sa-
lome, the collared lizard, whom Uncle Henry sent to me from California, the
other day, was a thing of beauty in the flower room, but, alas, not a joy for-
ever. First she ate little bits of Clover blossoms ; then bigger bits of the
Crickets ; thirdly, all the bits of Hadrian (the pet Swift who is nearly as large
as she) ; fourthly, every bit of Moses (the baby Grass Snake) ; fifthly, and
last of all, all of Aristotle (the pet Horned Toad). And then, as though she
thought "Our Flower Room" an ideal place for her children and her children's
children, she deposited sixteen eggs therein. The prospect of the possibility
of there being seventeen Salomes in our beloved "Heaven on Earth" room
was overwhelming; and I was sorely puzzled until Uncle's letter came with
its suggestion for "The House of Salome." O, if that letter had only arrived
with Salome, as it was meant that it should. Four of the Camp Children are
going to help me — together we shall build of bits of board and screen, a
goodly sized house, with much sand for its floor.
August 25th — "The House of Salome" is finished and in it we have
placed Salome and her sixteen eggs.
P. S. — We've also discovered that Salome's cannibalistic appetite is
pleased with grasshoppers. Jimmy says, "Hurrah!" So do I. and all the
rest of us. That makes a twenty-seventh excuse for the existence of our
"Grasshoppery" — the existence of said "Grasshoppery" being much opposed
by the grown-ups.
ALONG THE ROAD
"The clouds are at play in the azure space,
And their shadows at play on the bright green vale,
And here they stretch to the frolic chase ;
And there they roll on the easy gale.
There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,
There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree.
There's a smile on the fruit and a smile on the flower.
And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea." — Bryant.
Finding joy in knowing whole families of flowers? We children often
hold receptions for flower families — one family at a time — and bring to-
gether from field and wayside all the members of that family — all the cousins,
big and little, short and tall, and afterwards we give them all to a little old
lady who loves them, and who loves us — and to others, too, who would like
to, but who cannot come to our fields and woods — so we carry our fields and
woods to them in our flower receptions.
"God spoke! and from the arid scene
Sprang rich and verdant bowers,
Till all the earth was soft with green, —
He smiled; and there were flowers." — FenoUosa.
August 29th — 'Tis many and many a wayside fairy that's cousin to
another wayside fairy; and many a wayside fairy is a traveler from another
land. The flower reception at which the attendance is greater than at all
others is the reception which we hold for the Dandelion family, otherwise
known as Compositae family. These are they who were invited unto the
reception and many of them came from the wayside: Dandelion, Sunflower,
Daisy, Aster, Thistle, Tansy, Black-eyed Susan, Dog-fennel, Burdock, Ever-
lasting, Joe Pye Weed, Boneset, Fleabone, Yarrow, Compass-plant, Rosin-
plant, Golden Coreopsis, Bur-marigold, Sneeze-weed, Stick-tight, Golden
Ragwart and Golden-rod. Did you know that these are all cousins? They
are like an army marching on down through the years. Well equipped
are the members of Dandelion family for this onward march, for each flow-
er is made up of many little flowers grouped together, making a flower-
head. And to these flower heads come many insects who by their carrying
pollen from flower to flower, help the plants in sending their plant chil-
dren into the world. Flowers are beautiful, not just for our sakes, but for
the sake of the little seed children that are to be. Plants advertise with
their beautiful flowers, inviting the insect visitors who bring from other
flowers the pollen necessary that their lives may go on in the lives of their
children. Isn't thi.e a wonderful Fairyland?
GIN ING THE PLEDGE OF FRIENDSHIP TO TREE FAIRIES
ALONG THE ROAD
September 5th — Early this morning I was out seeking for Wooly
Bear caterpillars — those fuzzy black and orange ones who become, when
they grow up, Isia Isabella Moths. I found the seven-hundred and fifty-
first one that I have found this year. Early morning is an especially good
time to look for them, by the road, while the dew is yet upon the grass.
Have you watched the Wooly Bear caterpillars change their skins? They
are good ones to commence with. Then when you have seen them change
their skins you will want to see other caterpillars do the same. Last year
I raised fourteen hundred and thirty-nine Isia Isabella Moths from Wooly
Bear Caterpillars like these. My, their appetites were enormous at times;
and much bracken fern did they eat.
September 12th — Gypsy Combs by the roadside. Armored well is this
fairy Teazel. And man has found a use for Teazel's armor in raising nap on
woolen cloth. Have you watched a Bumblebee come unto a Gypsy Comb
September — Have you ever stopped to think what kind of a place
this world would be if our trees were all taken away? Sometimes it is well
for us to pause and think a few moments what things would be like without
some of our daily blessings. I count trees among God's best gifts to us.
To-day has been one of our pledge days — that is when we children assemble
together and give to the trees our pledge of friendship. How many tree
fairies do you know along the way? This afternoon we children learned
this verse about the trees :
"In the Garden of Eden, planted by God,
There were goodly trees in the springing sod, —
Trees of beauty and height and grace.
To stand in splendor before his face.
Apple and hickory, ash and pear.
Oak and beech and the tulip rare,
The trembling aspen, the noble pine.
The sweeping elm by the river line;
Trees for the birds to build in and sing,
And the lilac tree for a joy in spring;
Trees to turn at the frosty call
And carpet the ground for their Lord's footfall.
Trees for fruitage and fire and shade.
Trees for the cunning builder's trade;
Wood for the bow, the spear and the flail.
The keel and the mast of the daring sail;
He made them of every grain and girth.
For the use of man in the Garden of Earth.
Then lest the soul should not lift her eyes
Prom the gift to the Giver of Paradise,
On the crown of a hill for all to see,
God planted a scarlet maple tree." — ^Bliss Carmen.
ALONG THE ROAD
"Above the arching jimson weeds flare twos
And twos of sallow, yellow butterflies,
Like blooms of lorn primroses blowing loose
When autumn winds arise." — James Whitcomb Riley.
September 18th. — Many and many are the Shepherd's Purses along
the wayside now. These fairies with their dainty, heart-shaped seed pods,
came over from Europe. Shepherd's Purses are cousins of Mustard, Rad-
ish, Spring Beauty, Wall Flower — Alyssum and Candy-tuft.
To-day I sat down on an old gray stone covered with lichens — and I kept
very quiet because I wanted to watch the Earth-folks about. And when one
keeps quiet one sees so much more. And the longer I kept still the more I saw
— Mice folk and Insect folk. But the rarest of all that I saw this afternoon
was Sir Badger. I had been very quiet for more than an hour when I heard a
slight noise — and there only a little way from me was his knightship Sir
Badger a-laying open the burrow of Gopher. Now, the Badger fairies are
very shy folk, so I was very glad to see this one. I thought it would be inter-
esting to get a closer view of his striped head, so I crept along so carefully. I
think a Badger's sense of hearing must be very keen, for he quickly flattened
himself out among the grasses — and if I had not known he was there I would
have had a bit of difficulty in locating him. His beautiful silky gray hair
blended in with the dry grasses about. Now, Sir Badger belongs to the Mus-
telidae family — and is therefore a distant relative of Otter, Skunk, Mink, and
Weasel. He likes to eat gophers, ground squirrels, grasshoppers, field mice,
small snakes, and some other things — and his scientific name is Taxidea taxus.
When I went along the road to-day I was thinking about the classifica-
tion of things — and it is so interesting, the way in which individual fairies are
grouped — and where they belong — in a scientific way. Now, here is fuzzy
black and brown Caterpillar, "Woolly Bear", who some day, when he grows
up, will be an Isia Isabella, scientifically classified as follows: His specific
name is Isabella. He belongs to the genus Isia. The genus Isia is one of the
genera which make up the family of Arctiidae. The Arctiidae are a part of
the sub-order of Heterocera (the Moths), who are one of two great sub-
divisions of the order Lepidoptera — which belongs to the great class Insecta,
the highest class in the sub-kingdom of the Arthropoda. So we have our
"Woolly Bear" Caterpillar, who is going to be an Isia Isabella Tiger Moth
when he grows up, classified as follows :
Sub-kingdom — Arthropoda.
Class — Insecta.
Order — Lepidoptera.
Sub-order — ^Heterocera.
Family — Arctiidae.
Genus — Isia.
Species — Isabella.
ALONG THE ROAD
September 23rd — Still the Dodder blooms by the wayside. In this
Fairyland around us even as in the Fairyland of story books, there are
knights and bad fairies. Dodder belongs to the latter class. Some people
call him Love Vine, but I trust that you who read the Fairyland around
us will never again call Dodder "Love Vine." His other name of Strangle-
weed is much more appropriate. Some say they call this plant, with its
yellow threads winding about other plants, the Love Vine because of its
clinging habits. But, alas, it clings by means of suckers which steal life
from those plants around which it winds. In the Court of Justice of Fairy-
land it stands condemned — it has no leaves ; it has no green coloring mat-
ter; Dodder, the backslider of the Morning Glory family, is a thief; and
rightly bears the name of Strangleweed.
On the way home from school we had an argument about who belonged
to the Reptile class of the animal kingdom — and our argument became heated.
Jane and I were sure that Lizards, Snakes, Tortoises, and Turtles be-
longed. Sammie said he knew Turtles were not reptiles and that Horned
Toads were not either. When we arrived home we talked the matter over
with Uncle and found out Jane and I were right ; but we all forgot about
Crocodiles who also belong to the Reptile class. (Anyway they are not
every-day fairies for which we children are all glad.) Horned Toads be-
long to the Reptile class because you know they are really truly Lizards.
September 25th — More Hunter's Butterflies are about today than I have
seen on any previous day of this year. Have you noticed how nearly like This-
tle Butterflies these Hunter Butterflies are? Notice when they are at rest
with their wings folded over their backs that on the lower wing Hunter's
Butterfly has only two peacock eye-spots, while Thistle Butterfly has several
and smaller ones. They are cousins.
September 29th — Still the Yarrow fairies bloom. It was in June that we
held a reception for them and their cousins, Sunflower, Dandelion, and
Thistle. And in the early spring we children liked to find the lacy leaves.
Now still they bloom — these Yarrow Fairies, named for Achilles, whom, it
is said, was taught their value by Chiron, the centaur, that he might use
them as an ointment in the siege of Troy.
"I like the plants that you call weeds, —
Sedge, hardback, mullein, yarrow, —
Which knit their leaves and sift their seeds
Where any grassy wheel-track leads
Through country by-ways narrow." — Lucy Larcom.
ALONG THE ROAD
"And now from yonder beech-trunk, sheer and sterile,
The rat-tat-tat of the woodpecker's bill;
The sharp, staccato barking of a squirrel,
A dropping nut, and all again is still." — Irvine.
October — A tiny yellow star here and a tiny yellow star there. 'Tis
the Yellow Star-grass fairies still blooming by the way. It was May when
first we found them, and later in June watched tiny bees — Halictus — come
unto the yellow star-like blossoms. This fairy belongs to the Amaryllis
O, those dear Earth-star fairies — they were rolling about yesterday
when the sun was shining; but last night it rained — and to-day they are rest-
ing. Uncle told me that they are found all over the world, and that when
they are rolling about they scatter their Baby Spores, who will be, when
they grow up, Earth Stars — "Water-measuring Earth-stars" Uncle calls them.
Their scientific name is Geaster hygrometricus.
October 9th — Still the Moth Mullein blooms beside the way. Early in
June we found the first blossoms and watched Bee fairies come unto them.
We children think that it has been wrongly named Moth Mullein, for we
have never seen a moth about these dainty fairy flowers. They are mem-
bers of the Figwort family. Who are their cousins? Don't you like to see
their pretty, round, brown seed vessels beside the road in winter? We
children like to see them and the birds which come unto them.
I walked down the road a ways this afternoon and perched on the old rail
fence. The reason I perched upon the fence was because I wanted to think,
and while I was thinking I saw several Lizards. Now, a Lizard fairy is a very
interesting creature — from egghood up. And after one has raised some lizards
from eggs one has a sort of brotherly feeling toward all Lizards. They so
like fence corners, and so do I. Now, there are lots of Lizards, but they are
not all alike — there are Keeled Lizard (Gerrhonotus), Spiny Swift (Scelop-
orus undulatus). Common Spotted Lizard (Holbrookia maculata), "Horned
Toad" (Phrynosoma), Skinks (Scincidae), Race Runner (Cumdophorus sex-
lineatus), and Glass "snake" (Ophisaurus ventralis), And all Lizards do not
hatch from eggs — for some are born alive. I learned this in Lizard nursery —
where baby Lizards to the number of thirty-three hatched from the eggs last
year. But some Mother Lizards whom I brought in to lay eggs laid not eggs
— ^and yet some mornings there were Baby Lizards with these Mother Lizards
— and last year in the Lizard nursery seventeen baby Lizards were born alive
— making a total of forty young Lizards (counting the thirty-three hatched
from eggs). We named these forty from Assyrian, Egyptian, Chaldean, and
Babylonian rulers — and seven were also each given a second name from the
COPYRIGHT 1900, BY A. W. MOMFORD, CHICAGO
ALONG THE ROAD
Winter time is such a good time to study many flowerless plants. 'Tis
in the winter we children like to collect the Moss Fairies. We have many
Moss Fairies dwelling in our Fern garden. Then during these months,
when many flowering plants are sleeping, it is such a joy to find the Lichen
fairies along the way. And even the humblest fairies by the road are full
of interest. Now, a Lichen fairy is really two different fairy plants living
together. It is just this way : A white Fungus Fairy (who is made up of a
felt work of minute threads, much like those in Moulds and Toadstools —
and Algae Fairies (tiny plants often of a greenish color) dwell together
with mutual benefit to one another. Sir Algae are entangled in the meshes
of Fungus fairy. Now, Sir Fungus in this way gives support and moisture
to Sir Algae — and Sir Algae, with the help of their own green coloring
matter and sunshine, give food to the Fungus fairies. But we children have
learned that, though the Algae Fairies can live without the Fungus, the
Fungus cannot live without the Algae, as they cannot get food from the
stone nor having chlorophl (which makes the green coloring matter in
the Algae and other plants) they are unable to take food from the air by
the aid of sunshine. Isn't this truly a wonderful Fairyland? Look for
Lichen fairies on the rocks along the way.
Dec. 24th — Today we decorated the Christmas tree for the birds — the little
birds who glory in the snowstorm and mind not at all the rain. We began
with the fir tree by the gate — then five along the road and three in the
woods. With pieces of suet, and apple, and baked potatoes, we decorated
their Christmas trees. Then we sat down on a log and waited — waited and
watched to see who would come first to our Christmas tree — and he who
came first was a glad Chick-a-dee.
Chick-a-dees were among my first friends. It was in the winter that
I learned to know them — in the winter when the snow was on the ground.
I was three, then, and had my daily lunch counter for the birds on the win-
dow sill. Being only three was somewhat trying when one was not allowed
to go out in the snow to play with the Chick-a-dees. The next best thing was
to divide one's meal with them on the window sill.
Jan. 3rd — A Snowflake and a Junco — more Snowflakes and more gray
Snow birds. Yesterday it was cloudy and a stray Sunbeam came and gave
a new glory to the day, and made all We Children more glad. Today it is
snowing and Junco's coming is to our hearts like the Sunbeam of yesterday.
He is here — he is there. He seems a part of the snowstorm. We know
what he likes — and we give what he likes. Seeds of weeds we gathered for
him — in the late summer and early fall days — along highways and by-ways
we sought and found — and gathered pockets full of seeds of weeds.
ALONG THE ROAD
"I feel the year's slow — beating heart
The sky's chill prophecy I know;
And welcome the consummate art
Which weaves for earth this mantle of snow."
Winter days now are here — a few snowflakes came yesterday. I've been
tending to Bird lunch counters to-day. And these birds I saw along the way
— Robin. Bluebird, Varied Thrush, Chick-a-dee, Junco, Grosbeak, and Rosy
On winter days, bleak winter days — days that seem a bit colorless — I do
so like to climb upon the old gray pasture fence and think — sometimes I
think of colors. To-day I was thinking of some of the fairies who wear red
— Cardinal Bird and Cardinal Flower, Scarlet Tanager, Clover Blossoms,
Red-winged Blackbird, Columbine and Flame Lily, and Ruby-crowned
Kinglet, Scarlet Painted Cup, Oswego Tea, Scarlet Pimpernel, Coral Honey-
suckle, and darling little Crossbill. Others, too, wear the color red.
January 11th — I've been seeking for fairy cradles today. I found five
Polyphemus ones on Hazel bushes with old dried leaves about them. And by
and by the spring will come and if all goes well and has gone well beautiful
Polyphemus Moth fairies will come from these cradles. The winter is the
time to seek for many fairy cradles. I found a gray chrysalis of a Butterfly
on the old rail fence.
Raindrops wearing snowflake dresses — gently drifting down — Mother
Nature's putting on a dress of wondrous whiteness. We children took to-day
pieces of dark woolen cloth and held them up to catch the Raindrops wearing
snowflake dresses. Under a glass that makes little things look big we saw
these snowflake dresses — and they were beautiful. We learned verses this
afternoon about the snow. One was by Lowell — and one was by Whittier.
When I was a little girl — much littler than I am now — I wanted to wear a
snowflake dress too. So I started down the garden path — and out the garden
gate — a long, long ways, my dear Mamma thought, but really it was only two
blocks about, I guess. The little snowflakes came down, down on my warm
coat — and made me a snowflake dress right over it. Then somehow I got
tired, and I felt sleepy. Pretty soon I woke up and my new snowflake dress
was changing to raindrops. Three ones trickled over my nose, and woke me
up. Being tired, I went into the church — and it was under a seat I woke up.
Father O'Brien took me home to my darling Mamma, and said he thought
one snowflake dress a day was enough. I thought so, too. Mother and Father
were awfully afraid I was going to have croup, but I didn't — I fed the Snow-
birds, the Chick-a-dees (the ones who tell their names so plainly). And I took
a mashed potato and gave it to Varied Thrush at the window-sill. My! that
was a wonderful day — the day I first had a snowflake dress.
Once upon a time a raindrop took a journey — journeyed to the sky —
rode upon a cloud — then wore his snowflake dress and rested on the moun-
tain side — rested long upon the mountain side with other little raindrops
wearing snowflake dresses, too.
Then the warm sun came and lingered on the mountain side. Rain-
drop changed his dress and trickled over the ledge, and tinkled over tiny
rocks, and laughed in glee as he hurried away down the mountain side.
Down a little rill, went rushing on until, a little way beyond the foot of the
hill he lessened his speed and whirling and stopped for a while his purling
— rested and dreamed — and was lulled to sleep by the wind musician on
the bosom of the lake.
Herein are recorded those fairies whom he met upon the way — they
who dwell in and near the water. And these fairies whom he met upon his
journey he wants you, the Children of Men, to seek for in the places where
he met them. For this reason Raindrop's Journey is here recorded — that
you may know more of the fairies who dwell in and near the water.
Unto all ye Children of Men who read of his journey Raindrops speaks :
"Write and tell me of the Fairies you meet in and near the water — when
you meet them — where you meet them — what you learn about them — and
what you would like to know about them. 'Tis a joy I count it to help you
find them and know them." Thus he speaks.
In a pond where the water was deep there dwelt a fairy with submerged
rootstock and small purplish flowers. Her name 'twas Water-shield. Under-
neath her leaves hid tiny Fish. Raindrop knew because he balanced on the
edge of the leaf and peeked over. Then he came close up to one of these
little fish. He learned that Water-shield had another name — Water Target,
and that she belonged to the Water-lily family. Also he learned that these
Water Target fairies dwell in parts of Australia, Africa and Asia.
In a swampy patch of ground he saw a fairy with a yellow throat wear-
ing a black mask. "Which way, sir? Which way, sir?" — thus spake this
fairy Yellow-throat. Then Raindrop remembered and told him of the poet
Van Dyke and of his writing a poem about him.
An evergreen tree of irregular form Raindrop found the Pacific Yew,
dwelling on the bank ; and told him how he had heard from a bird of the
Yew's beautiful berries, of how the early home builder used Yew for posts,
and of the Indians in the far North country making paddles and spear
shafts from the wood of Yew.
Flying low over the pond he saw the Swallows — saw and loved them
and lingered to watch them.
While yet afar off he heard the booming of Bittern in the marsh. "Ump-
up, ump-up, ump-up." And Raindrop hearing this understood why Bittern
is sometimes called Thunder Pumper. Cousin of Heron and Egret is this
strange interesting fairy who often, at the approach of a person, appears
like a stick among the rushes as he points his bill to the sky. Raindrop
says Bittern is an example of Mother Nature's plan of protective coloration.
Rising above the low grasses and sedges was the Tall Manna-grass at
the edge of the bog. As Raindrop came near unto them saw he also cattle
coming to these tall Grass fairies. And on his journey a bird had told him
that in fall it was the feasting place of many water birds, on their way to
the south, for well they like these seeds.
Two days later he came unto Water Scorpion, he of the family of
Nepidae, he whose scientific name is Nepa cinerea. And he found him feed-
ing upon eggs of fish.
It was a moist place near unto the bank of the stream that Raindrop
met three "Toad Bugs," they of the family Galulidae, they who, because of
their projecting eyes, their dull mottled colors, and their broad, short bodies
have been called "Toad Bugs."
In the bottom of the stream on rocks were many tiny rocks fastened
together into a tube about an inch long. "Well, who in the world lives there,
I just wonder," remarked Raindrop to himself, but the owner of the home
overheard him. "I live here," came from the tube. "And who are you?"
"I am going to be, when I grow up, a Caddis-fly. When I grow up I shall
fly away from the water here, for wings then I shall have when I grow up."
Farther down the stream Raindrop found other quaint homes of fir needles
and of tiny sticks in which lived larvae of other Caddis-flies. And the little
hermits within the log cabins were feeding upon water plants.
Farther down the stream Raindrop met a Mother Salmon going up the
stream to lay her eggs. From her he learned that after they hatched from
the eggs laid in the fresh water that Salmon fairies return to the ocean.
Then when egg-laying time comes they seek for fresh water — and so ascend
the streams to lay their eggs. Sometimes on this journey they travel several
hundred miles. The Salmon fairy whom Raindrop interviewed was then
four hundred miles from the sea. Raindrop learned also that after the
spawning season Mother and Father Salmon die; but their lives go on in the
lives of their many fish children of which at least a few nearly always grow
up. So Raindrop said good-bye to Chinook Salmon, and he thought of her
fish children making the journey to the sea though she returned not. And
pondering over this he thought of the wonderfulness of life.
How Raindrop liked the Pussy Willows I cannot tell ; but each of
you can measure his love for them by the love you have for them in your
own hearts. Wind Fairies whispered to Raindrop of someone saying, "I
sometimes think the Pussy Willows gray are angel kittens who have lost
And in a quiet place where the waters sang not, but lay dreaming de-
lightful, velvety dreams, there Raindrop found the Water Lilies, found the
Nymphaea Odorata, with their root stalks anchored in the silt at the bottom
of the stream, with their leaves floating on the surface of the water. And
he lingered near a great white blossom with its golden stamens — and as he
lingered there among the Water Lilies the Wind Fairies whispered to him
of the Water Lilies' cousins, the fairy Lotus Flowers, whom people of the
Far East love and adore — spoke unto him of how they tell of Brahma's
coming forth from the Lotus, of how Budha first appeared floating on this
mystic flower. All this told they unto Raindrop as he watched the bees and
flower flies coming unto the Water Lilies.
Somewhere a flute was calling "O-ka-lee, O-ka-lee." And Raindrop,
listening, wondered who was he? Where could he now be? "O-ka-lee," he
heard again, this moment nearer, and the next moment a fairy in black with
red upon his wings was among the reeds, was on the tallest reed of all.
While Raindrop was coming nearer the bird upon the reed began, *'0-
ka-lee. Redwing Blackbird is my name. To the family Icteridae I belong. My
cousins are Bobolink, Oriole, Blackbird and Meadowlark. My home is in the
swamp out there. In the swamp among the mosses of the reeds, is our cra-
dle made of grasses and it suits their needs — the needs of our babies who are
soon going to come out of the four eggs cradled there. O-ka-lee, more busy
then I shall be. O-gurgle-ee-e, 'tis so happy that I be." And the flute in coat
of black with red upon his wings sailed away toward the swamp out there.
In the swamp a sunshine flower was blooming, and Raindrop soon
found these fairies, the Marsh Marigolds, and he told them of Shakespeare
and of his writing "And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes."
Also Raindrop had learned from the Wind Fairies that in Avon meadows
bloom the Marsh Marigolds. These fairies belong to the Buttercup family.
Who are some of their cousins? Their scientific name is Caltha palustris.
While Raindrop tarried among them he saw bright flies, Syrphidae flies,
come unto them. He had been gone from the swamp but a little way down
the stream when he came unto cousins of Marsh Marigold, the Gold Threads,
who were so named because of their beautiful roots.
Along the stream met he, too, Bridal Wreath, cousin of Meadowsweet,
Sweetbrier, Strawberry, Rose and Blackberry.
Ever and anon he met a Clam. And this Clam was feeding- upon tiny-
particles of Algae, etc., in the water. After observing these clams for some
time, Raindrop realized that Clams aid in purifying surface water. He
wanted to know how many Boys and Girls who read of his journey have
kept Clams in an aquarium and have observed their important work.
On the muddy bottom of the pond Raindrop met a fish fairy whose
skin was mud-color and thick and leathery. But this fish had not scales
as many fish have. Who was he? His name? — Cat Fish, Horned Pout,
Bullhead. Raindrop told this particular Horned Pout what a great man
had written of them and some of their relatives. This great man, who knows
so, so much about fishes — the little ones and the big ones, too — said this
about Horned Pout :
"And what fish will the natural boy naturally take? In America, there is but
one fish which enters fully into the spirit of the occasion. It is a fish of many species
according to the part of the country, and of as many sizes as there are sizes of boys.
This fish is the horned pout, and all the rest of the species of Ameiurus. Homed pout
is its Boston name. Bullhead is good enough for New York; and for the rest of the
country, big and little, all the fishes of this tribe are called catfish. A catfish is a jolly
blundering sort of a fish, a regular Falstaff of the ponds. It has a fat jowl, and a fat
belly, which it is always trying to fill. Smooth and sleek, its skin is almost human in
its delicacy. It wears a long mustache, with scattering whiskers of other sort. Mean-
while it always goes armed with a sword, three swords, and these it has always on
hand, always ready for a struggle on land as well as in the water.
The Catfish loves the millpond best of all, and it has no foolish dread of hooks
when it goes forth to bite. It swallows the hook. Soon it joins its fellows on the
forked stick, and even then, uncomfortable as it may find its new relations, it never
loses sight of the humor of the occasion. Its large head and expansive forehead be-
token a large mind. It is the only fish whose brain contains a Sylvian fissure, a piling
up of tissue consequent on the abundance of gray matter. So it understands and
makes no complaint. After it has dried in the sun for an hour, pour a little water
over its gills, and it will wag its tail, and squeak with gratitude. And the best of all
is, there are horned pouts enough to go around." — David Starr Jordan.
And Raindrop on his journey learned that Frog eggs were laid in masses
of jelly, whereas Toad eggs were laid in strings of jelly. Every time Rain-
drop came unto the eggs of Toads or Frogs he so much wished that they
were hatched, for he liked to play with Tad-poles, who were to be, when
grown up. Frogs and Toads.
Swamp Honeysuckle dwelt in the swamp, and there Raindrop found
her, with other swamp fairies 'round her. To the Heath family she belongs
and her cousins are Laurel, Rhododendrons, and Arbutus.
In a shallow pool he met the larvae of the delicate Midge Flies — they
who belong to the family Chironomidae. Raindrop was just going to in-
terview them when some fish ate them up.
While he lingered in a Northern lake Raindrop heard, then saw the
Loon, the solitary Loon, the Great Northern Diver, the Gavia imber :
"The Loon that laughs and flies
Down to these reflected skies." — Longfellow.
In a marsh were two cousins of the family Gruidae — they were Whoop-
ing Crane and Sandhill Crane. A mile away he heard their bugle-like cry.
Paddling along among the tules at the edge of a pond was Mud Hen,
otherwise known as American Coot, and Fulica americana. Raindrop saw
her dive in the shallow water, then paddle along among the tules until she
came to a laughing group — a group of fairies like unto herself. And she
joined in their chatter. Mud Hens are cousins of Gallinules and Rails.
A fairy came stepping daintily over the grass tops. 'Twas Black-necked
Stilt, whom Raindrop had met the day before at the farther end of the pond.
About Tule Lake were Cormorants, who were expert fishermen. Rain-
drop learned that they belonged to the family Phalacrocoracidae.
Sometimes along inland waters he would come upon a Sea Gull.
'Twas in tule marsh that he first caught a glimpse of Forster Tern, he
who is the cousin of Caspian Tern, Royal Tern and Common Tern — he
whose scientific name is Sterna forsteri.
And when again he saw a little eel he thought of that verse:
"A youthful eel resided in a tiny tidal pool ;
He was lithe as gutta-percha, and as pliable ;
From his actions and contractions he appeared to be a fool,
But his virtue was completely undeniable." — Averyl.
'Twas in a pond, a shallow one, that Raindrop met Pickerel Weed. And
he learned that Aurelius Evangel, the little Wind Fairy, had passed that
way only four hours and eleven minutes previously.
At the border of a lake, among the tules, he saw a queer floating nest —
'twas a raft of grass, tule-stems, and water plants — 'twas a Grebe cradle. In
it were Western Grebe's eggs — four white ones. Later during his journey
he met her cousins Horned Grebe, Eared Grebe, Least Grebe and Pied-Billed
Near the rivers in the lowlands he met Spotted Sandpiper fairies — "Peet-
weet" he heard them calling — these little cousins of many other Sand-
pipers, these quaker gray birds whom children call "Tip-up" and "Teeter-
"I heard a whisper, sweet and keen,
Flow through the fringe of rushes green,
The water saying some light thing,
The rushes gayly answering." — Thompson.
Raindrop, observing on that May Day at the edge of the pond, saw here
and there a tiny, spindle-shaped egg, glued to a grass stem. And while yet
he wondered as to who had placed them there, he saw Mother Marsh Tread-
er and learned of her that these same eggs were the present cradles of little
Marsh Treaders to be.
Slowly wandering through a meadow on a day in June Raindrop came
upon the Yerba Mansa fairies — they who are famous among the Spanish-
Californians. And further on he met Swamp Buttercups, wading in the
shallow water — Swamp Buttercups, cousins of Columbine, Gold Thread and
Hovering near Willows and Alders along the way he saw Rutulus
Swallowtail. And the little girl told Raindrop of how she collected the tiny
eggs from the Willow and Alder leaves and raised the caterpillars — of how
these caterpillars grew and changed into Rutulus Swallowtail Butterflies.
As he lingered in the swale saw he not far away two cousins — Wild
Crab Apple and Service Berry, whose other name is Amelanchier. Leaving
the swale by way of a little stream, he came upon a third cousin — Hawthorne
— whose other name is Crotagus ; and yet another name had he — Western
Haw. All these belong to the Apple family.
Here and there he met the fairy Newt, a Salamander, who came from a
brown eggs about the size of Toad fairy's egg. He watched these Newt
fairies eating wrigglers that were to have been Mosquitoes when they grew
up — also he saw them eating other insects in the water.
One day Raindrop bumped into the queerest looking fairy. It was no
other than the larva of the Dobson fly — he who is known as Ho Jack, Gog-
gle Goy and Flipflap. From this fairy he learned that Dobson Flies lay
their eggs upon the leaves of trees overhanging the water — and as soon as
they can get out of the eggs the baby larvae drop into the water — and that
they live in the water for almost three years. Then they become grown-up
Dobson flies after spending a short time as pupae. And the larva who told
this to Raindrop was then two years and ten months old and was soon to
leave the water.
Before he came to the bend in the river he saw Kingfisher overhead — a
flash of blue and white — and then a sudden plunge and splash ; and King-
fisher, returning to his perch, swallowed his silvery dinner. When afterwards
Raindrop heard his cheering rattle he thought :
"No wonder he laughs so loud,
No wonder he looks so proud;
There are great kings that would give their royalty
To have one day of his felicity." — Thompson.
Raindrop, ever delighting in the color red, was overjoyed when he
beheld, while yet afar off, the Cardinal Flower, beside the stream. ''With
its red flowers Cardinal Flower wooes the Hummingbird," the Wind fairies
had told Raindrop, and even as he came unto them, saw he a Hummingbird
at the bright blossoms. The message Cardinal Flower asked Raindrop to
carry unto the Children of Men was that they love them and leave them
blooming where they find them, lest in a few years there would be a fam-
ine of Cardinal Flower fairies. "So many of us are picked and carried away
before we can send our seed children into the world — and how can there
be many Cardinal Flower fairies unless many seed babies are sent into
the world?" So spoke the bright fairy unto Raindrop. (And Raindrop is
eager that all you children who read of his journey love the Cardinal Flow-
ers and leave them blooming where you find them, that there may be many
more Cardinal Flowers in coming years ; and thus they may know that
Raindrop gave their message unto you, the Children of Men.)
"On a mossy bank the Mist-Maidens dwell," the Wind Fairies told
Raindrop, and in such a place he found them with their scalloped leaves
and pearly petals. Cousins of the Waterleaf and Yerba Santa are the Mist-
Maidens. Their scientific name is Romanzoffia, in honor of Nicholas Ro-
manzoff, a Russian nobleman.
"Yes, I am Water Ouzel," answered the quaint bird bobbing among the
rocks, "and Liloriole has been to my home so the Children of Men will know
about it," in answer to Raindrop's questions.
It was along the stream that Raindrop found Twisted Stalk fairy of the
Lily of the Valley family — Twisted Stalk with tiny, greenish-white bells
hiding under his beautiful, glossy, green leaves. By the stream farther down
found he, too. Spikenard, cousin of Twisted Stalk — Spikenard, who looks
much like a wild Lily of the Valley with her several little starry blossoms.
In a meadow met he Meadow Foam — in a meadow where a little brook,
having forgotten its course, was wandering here and there. So Raindrop
wandered hither and yonder with the brook — and in his wandering found
the Meadow Foam fairies at home. And the meadow was all a-cream with
these fairies — the cousins of Geraniums, Filaree and Red Robin.
Upon the surface of the pond floated Wokas, the Indian Pond Lily.
"Water Nymph" is the meaning of her scientific name, Nymphaea. Yellow
are her sepals and Raindrop told her of Hiawatha's canoe floating.
"Upon the river
Like a yellow leaf in Autumn
Like a yellow water-lily."
Just around the bend in a place where the stream was dreaming, Rain-
drop came upon Water Boatman, he of the family of Corixidae, swimming
on the surface of the water. And when Raindrop from the bottom of the
stream called unto him. Water Boatman, being an air breather, as he de-
scended below the surface of the water, carried down with him a film of air
among the fine hairs over his body.
"I've been watching you — how quickly you move about. This is your
"Yes," answered Water Boatman, "this is now my home. Last year I
lived in a pond ; but when the warm days came it dried up, and I, with several
others, flew away in search of water somewhere else. On our way we saw
something shining — so bright — we flew about it. I afterwards learned that
it was an electric light. And while we were hovering near it a little girl
came and watched us, and I heard her say: 'They do not belong here.' I'm
sure we must have looked clumsy, for we are not nearly so quick on land as
in the water. Then she caught us and next day brought us to dwell here,
where the water is dreaming. I think that she must have understood the
longings of a Water Boatman's heart for water."
Raindrop was pondering about something. "Are your eggs laid in the
water, or on land?"
"In the water," gravely answered Water Boatman ; "in the water on the
stems of water plants. And the little girl who put me back in water told me
that the eggs of our cousins in a land farther south are gathered by the In-
dians and made into cakes with meal. She gave me a nibble of one her uncle
had brought to her; but I didn't care for it. I was very glad when she
placed me in the water here — and I like to live here."
The Otters were sliding, a-sliding down the slippery bank, when first
Raindrop came in sight of them, and he thought from the way they acted
that they were having as much fun as the boys and girls would doing the
same thing. And later he thought as he watched them gliding along
through the water how the boys and girls would joy to swim as well as
they. He saw one Otter go after an eel, and another catch a trout.
"Mother and Father Otter are devoted parents," Raindrop told Wind Fairy
next day as he described to him their den beneath the bank — and their
O'er the rippling water at the edge of the stream was bending a fairy
with many dainty leaves, like unto Maidenhair Ferns. It was Meadow
Rue, and her blossoms were like tassels — greenish tassels, tinged with pur-
ple. Raindrop learned that her cousins were Wind Flower, Buttercup and
There were ripples and there were Sunbeams, and there were Sunfish
too. Raindrop lingered and watched the sudden movings about of his little
lordship. When the morrow came and the sun was up he still was waiting,
for he wanted to find out about the nest this Father Sunfish makes in prep-
aration for baby fish that are to be. But the Wind Fairies whispered to him
that Liloriole would tell the children about this nest. There were other fai-
ries Raindrop must hurry on to see.
Lingering about the edge of the pond Raindrop found the yellow Cin-
quefoil fairies — they whose other names are Five Finger, Potentilla and
Silverweed ; they who are cousins of Rose, Cherry and Blackberry.
Over the surface of the water came skimming Hygrotrechus Remsigis,
the Water Strider — he who in color is dark brown, he who in food habits is
carnivorous, he who in his skimming over the water delighteth the hearts of
many children — Water Strider of the family Hydrobatidae.
On a warm day in the swamp Raindrop met Mink and asked him if
he was one of the water folk. '*No," said Mink : "I fish and swim and dive,
but I'm a hunter, too. I've been feasting on frogs today — found a lizard a
while ago, and three earthworms. I'm a mouser, too, and I like young
birds — to eat."
On a wet bank by a slowly moving stream on a July day he found in
blossom Sagittaria, whose other name is Arrow-head, and whose delicate,
golden-centered white flowers ever are bringing to the children of men a
message of faith and purity.
Every little while Raindrop met a Water Snake — Tropidonotus. Some
were banded ones, some were striped, and some were splotched, and so were
named accordingly. From observation Raindrop learned that Water Snakes
feed upon frogs, and toads, and little fishes. He also learned that baby Wa-
ter Snakes do not hatch from eggs, but are born alive. He saw a number of
baby Water Snakes in August and September.
On a warm, warm day that was a quiet day he met along the way Dragon-
flies — some with clear wings, some with blue wings, some with red — all flit-
ting overhead. 'Twas in the water 'round about him that he saw larvae, who
were to be Dragon-flies, feeding upon other larvae, who were to be Mosqui-
toes. And overhead again he saw grown-up Dragon-flies.
In summer-noon flushes,
And, motionless sitting^
Hear it bubble and run,
When all the wood hushes,
Blue dragon-flies knitting
To and fro in the sun,
Hear its low inward singing.
With level wings swinging
With sidelong jerk flitting,
Sink down in the rushes.
On green-tasseled rushes,
To dream in the sun.
"I envy the stream, as it glides along
Through its beautiful banks in a trance of song." — Bryant.
Near unto the stream he met the Beaver — met the builder of the dam,
met he whose scientific name is Castor canadensis. And from him Raindrop
learned the lore of dam-building — and learning of the building of the dam
he planned to come again in wintertime that he might tell the Children of
Men of Wintertime in Beaverland, of Wintertime in Beaver Dam. Rain-
drop continued his journey, and Beaver went on with his supper of lily roots
and green twigs.
"Vines are the curtains, blossoms the floor;
Voices of waters, sing evermore." — Taylor.
On a mossy log in a pond was a Duck fairy — in color not like other
Ducks. 'Twas as though Mother Nature had baptized him in the rainbow, or
while making the rainbow had paused for a moment to pet him — and in her
stroking gave unto him and his descendants the hues of the raindrop. So
children whom Raindrop knew told him of this fairy Wood Duck, whose
scientific name is Aix sponsa. From these children he learned of their finding
Wood Duck palace in an old hollow tree at the edge of the swamp. The cradle
was lined with down from Mother Wood Duck's breast — and in the cradle
were ten creamy-white eggs — and the day upon which Raindrop met the chil-
dren they were picking out names for the ten Baby Wood Ducks-to-be.
In swamps and swampy land he met Swamp Ash and Black Ash, with
whose splinters some people make baskets. Then along streams and near unto
them he beheld Red Ash and Green Ash. All these belong to the Olive family.
As Raindrop proceeded down the stream he met Belostoma proceeding
up the stream — Belostoma, the great Water Bug. 'Tlease tell the Children
of Men to call me by my proper name — Belostoma," he called unto Raindrop.
"How shall they know you as Belostoma?" inquired Raindrop. "Why, bless
yer heart, Raindrop — me picture is in that book in me natural size and me
natural color — and me very own name, Belostoma, under it." And Raindrop
then felt certain that all you Girls and Boys would want to call Water Bug
by his proper name, Belostoma americanum.
O those little Rainbow Trout, how Raindrop liked them!
"I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river;
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever." — Tennyson, "The Brook."
"The river sends forth glad sounds, and tripping o'er its bed
Of pebbly sands, or leaping down the rocks.
Seems with continuous laughter to rejoice
In its own being." — Bryant.
O'er the singing waters, bending over the mossy bank, were the Maiden-
Hair Fern fairies. "Lovely fairies these," Raindrop told Aurelius Evangel,
the little Wind Fairy.
Many Frogs did Raindrop see upon his journey, and Tadpoles, who
were to be Frogs when they grew up, and also eggs in which were baby Tad-
poles to be. Among the Frogs he met upon his journey were : Leopard
Frog, Green Frog and Bullfrog.
Growing close beside a ditch was Shell-flower, otherwise known as
Turtle-head. Raindrop watched the Bees enter the flowers and also saw
Checker-spot Butterflies, the Baltimore, hovering about the plant. After-
wards he learned that these butterflies laid their crimson eggs upon the
under side of Shell-flower's leaves, and upon the plant the caterpillars lived.
Also he found out that Mullein, Monkey Flower and Foxglove were cous-
ins of this fairy, Shell-flower.
On his journey, too, met he that near cousin of Lobster, Crayfish. One
day he saw a Mother Crayfish with her eggs upon her swimmerets, and
thought that a very handy way to carry her eggs about with her. He also
learned that the baby Crayfish cling to the swimmerets until they are able
to scuttle about for themselves. Crayfish is a distant relative of the insect
fairies, belonging to the same great group Arthropoda — to which belong
the Spiders, Insects. Centipedes and Millipedes. Raindlrop wanted you
children who read of his journey to write and tell him of the things you
have learned in watching the Crayfish.
He found Sucker feeding at the bottom of the pond — feeding upon
Several times on his journey Raindrop met Turtles. He found them
feeding upon insects and small fish. Once in a while he saw a Turtle eat
another Turtle's leg or tail with relish; so Raindrop felt from these observa-
tions that it would be advisable to tell the Boys and Girls to only keep one
Turtle at a time in a small aquarium lest they feed upon one another's legs
Many different Willows Raindrop saw along the stream — Black Wil-
low, Silky Willow and all the other Willows, too. Seeing them, he thought
of this verse:
"They shall spring up as among the grass, as willows by the water courses." —
Then Raindrop met Back Swimmer — he of the family Notonectidae, he
who swims upon his back with his stomach upward. And Raindrop knew
him immediately as Back Swimmer — for in this manner had he been de-
scribed unto him : "You will see one who looks somewhat like Water Boat-
man; but by this shall you know him — he seemingly swims upside down."
When Raindrop wanted to know where he came from and what his food
was, he answered : "I came from an egg, an egg that was placed in the stem
of a plant that lives in the water, by my mother. And I eat insects, other in-
sects that live in the water, and" But he finished the sentence by catch-
ing a little Minnow. And just when Raindrop thought the interview at an
end Back Swimmer began again : "But I've not always lived here in this
water, once a little girl took me out of the mud at the bottom of this stream
(it was in the winter time — most springtime, I suppose) and took me home
with her — took me home and placed me in a tiny pool with glass on all
sides — aquarium was what she called it. All things went well for a while,
and then — well, there were quite a number of we folks who live in the wa-
ter in that aquarium, and you have probably observed on your journey that
even where we have much room we do not dwell together in peace. And as
the days went by we folks dwelling in that aquarium became less in number.
I, myself, helped in the disappearance of a number of the other insects. But
one morning, right before her eyes, I took a Minnow which she liked very
much. A tear came rolling down her face and then another, and they
splashed in the water right over me. Then something so big came down
into the water. (It's that something I think Boys and Girls call a hand.)
The next thing I knew it had hold of me, and I was going somewhere. Well,
I soon found myself back here again. * * * My ! but that aquarium was
interesting — wished I could have stayed there longer."
"Dear, my, O dear," said Raindrop. "I think that aquarium idea is great
and I'm hoping that all the little girls and boys who read of my journey will
have an aquarium — one with congenial fairies in it."
"The silver weed with the yellow flowers,
Blooms on the bank of that clear brook,
Whose music cheers my lonely way.'*
Not far from the stream on a day in September saw he again a flower
of many names, a flower whom he had first seen in blossom in July — Jewel-
weed, Balsam, Touch-Me-Not and Silver Leaf : and by scientists known as
Impatiens pallida. And while yet he watched he saw a Hummingbird come
unto this horn of plenty; and the Children named it among the Humming-
bird's flowers. Why its many names? And the Children merrily answered "for
its flowers, for the dew upon its leaves at morn, for the way it scatters its
seeds, for the silver upon its leaves when we place them under water."
AMONG THE FAIRIES WHO DWELL IN THE W^ATER.
Among the grasses on the bank Raindrop caught a glimpse of Ribbon
Snake — one of the slenderest of Snake fairies ; he who feeds upon tadpoles,
frogs and salamanders ; he whose scientific name is Eutaenia saurita.
One September evening Raindrop paused at the edge of the swamp,
and perceiving many little holes in the mud, called : "Snipe, Snipe, where
are you?" for by these signs he thought him near. And indeed he was near
by, probing in the mud for worms; but so much like his surroundings he
looked that at first Raindrop had not perceived him.
"I've come to " began Raindrop, but Wilson Snipe, otherwise known
as Jack Snipe, and by scientists as Gallinago delicata, interrupted with : "I
know why you have come and what you are here for. . . . Some of my
cousins are Woodcocks, Sandpipers, Dowitchers, and Curlews — we all be-
long to the Scolopacidae family. . . . No, of course I don't wade far out —
I probe for nearly all I eat. What do I eat? Just you watch and see."
And Raindrop, watching and seeing, concluded that his menu consisted
mainly of worms. When he remarked of this to Wilson Snipe, he re-
joined: "Yes, mainly of nice, juicy worms, but not entirely so, for, too, I
like a dainty bite of grasshopper and other insects hereabout."
So far in their talk home building had not been mentioned, and Rain-
drop pondered a bit as to how he should bring it in — then he happened to re-
member that courting time comes before home building time, and said to
Snipe: "Early in the spring I heard the Aeolian whistling of your wings
when you a-wooing did go."
"Yes — and Liloriole came to our home on the ground in the Marsh
where my mate had eggs three, and she told us of thee and thy journey."
So that was how Jack Snipe had learned of Raindrop's journey.
A Blackbird with a yellow head Raindrop saw in the swamp. 'Twas
Yellow-headed Blackbird himself — the cousin of Meadowlark and Oriole.
Along the way Raindrop met an Eel — a slippery Eel on her way to the
sea. And when he asked her why she was going to the sea he learned that
she was going there to spawn. When young she had come up the river and
up this stream, but was now going back to salt water. There on a bank of
mud, off the mouth of the river, she would lay her eggs and they would be
fertilized, and hatch. Then months afterwards the young Eels would find
their way inland up streams. Would the Mother Eel return? — No, she jour-
neys not the second time up the streams for she dies soon after her eggs are
laid. Raindrop pondered — in the spring he had met Mother Chinook Salmon
going up stream to lay her eggs, after which she would die. Now he met
Mother Eel going to the sea to lay her eggs, after which she would die.
But the Mother Eel's life would go on in the lives of her baby Eels, even
as the life of Mother Salmon went on in the lives of her baby Salmon.
Every now and then upon his journey Raindrop was taken by the Sun-
beam fairies up, up into the clouds — and then again he came down, down to
continue his journey in another place. So sometimes he was along a moun-
tain stream — again a lake — and then some river. But ever as- he journeyed
he sought and found the fairies who dwell in and near the water that he
might tell the Children of Men of these fairies.
Often it was that he saw the Fairy Trout and, seeing them, lingered
to watch them, and as he stayed among them he thought of the verse he had
learned from a little girl as she leaned over the waters watching the Trout.
"The trout within yon wimpling burn glides swift — a silver dart;
And safe beneath the shady thorn defies the angler's art." — Bums.
In the swamp he found the Cat-Tails at home — at the edge of the swamp
where their fibrous roots had threaded the mud. And he called up unto them
and they listened and talked with him — for awhile. And from them he
learned that the winds and the waters help their seed babies to find new
homes. And from the Wind Fairies he learned a little child's rhyme about
Many Ducks met he upon his journey. Among them were Mallard,
Pin-tail, Redhead, Blue-bill, Buffle-head, Canvas-back, Gadwall, Shoveller,
Scoter, Ruddy and Ring-necked, Old Squaw and Long-tailed.
At the edge of the stream he saw the Muskrat — saw the fairy Muskrat
feeding upon the roots of the sweet flag. And he learned from Muskrat
how the winter lodge is made, from where they brought the flag and lily
roots they liked so well, where their summer burrow was. Also he learned
from Muskrat of a little girl in search of the homes of Fairyland visiting
their summer burrow when he was a younger Muskrat. (He was not yet
very old — very young, Raindrop thought him.)
Bumble-bees were coming to and from the purple flowers of Water
Avens, whom Raindrop found dwelling in the swamp. To the Rose family
this fairy belongs. Who are her cousins? Her scientific name is Geum
These Geese he met upon the way were these (and a few others) —
White-Fronted Goose, Snow Goose, Canada Goose and Cackling Goose.
'Twas in a salt meadow near unto the sea that Raindrop saw Marsh Rose-
mary. "Like mist blown in over the meadow from the sea" these many fai-
ries appeared. Marsh Rosemary belongs to the Plumbago family and fair
are her lavender blossoms.
And Raindrop going on and on came to the sea, the deep, deep sea, the
far reaching sea — soft was the light that lay upon the sea — and many were
the fairies that dwelt therein. And because of their multitudes everywhere
he thought to write another book of the fairies who dwell there.
IN THE FIELDS
"And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays." — Lowell.
June 1st — The fields are yellow with God's Gold. Afar it stretches, as
though last night and the night before a thousand sunbeams came to linger
for awhile and make a cloth of gold upon the bosom of our field.
"Flower of the Westland, with calyx of gold,
Swung in the breeze over lace-woven sod;
Filled to the brim with the glory of God,
All that its wax-petaled chalice can hold."
June 7th — In the fields yesterday and today on leaves of Plantain we
found one hundred and seventeen caterpillars of Peacock Butterflies feeding.
Two weeks and four days ago we found small dark green eggs on Plantain
leaves — and the caterpillars which came from those eggs are like unto these.
Two years ago while raising these butterflies to study their life history we
learned that they would also eat Snapdragon leaves. Peacock Butterfly's
other name is Junonia Coenia — and he belongs to the Nymphalidae family.
"Of all the flowers in the mede,
Than love I most these flowers white and rede
Soch that men callen dasies in our town." — Chaucer.
"Bob-o'-link — Bob-o'-link" — he surely tells his name. He is one of the
dearest of all our field fairies. His whole being fairly bubbles over with
the joy of the fields. Did you know that he is a cousin of Blackbird, Oriole
and Meadowlark? We have learned that he likes to eat insects, and also
some seeds. His scientific name is Dolichonyx oryzivorus. We children
love this verse about him — and the other day we told it to a Mother Bob-o'-
link and her Baby Bob-o'-links five.
"Merrily swinging on brier and weed.
Near to the nest of his little dame,
Over the mountain-side or mead,
Robert of Lincoln is telling his name:
Bob-o'-link, Bob-o'-link, spink, spank, spink.
Snug and safe is that nest of ours,
Hidden among the summer flowers —
Ghee, chee, chee!
Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife.
Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings.
Passing at home a patient life.
Broods in the grass while her husband sings:
Bob-o'-link, Bob-o'-link, spink, spank, spink."
IN THE FIELDS
"In all places then and in all seasons
' Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings,
Teaching us by most persuasive reasons
How akin they are to human things." — Longfellow.
June 8th — This morning I went into the fields before six o'clock, tak-
ing my breakfast with me. A happy hour I had among the Morning Glory
fairies. And there were jewel dewdrops on the Spider Webs among the
vines. Among Morning Glory's cousins are Moon Flower, Man of the
Earth and Dodder, who has fallen from grace and is much unlike our
beautiful Morning Glory.
"And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,
On the leaping waters and gay young isles ;
Ay, look, and he'll smile, smile thy gloom away." — Bryant.
June 9th — Gophers are busy out in the field ; and the Mole fairies are
being blamed for their work. Now the Gopher — it is true that he eateth of
young roots of things we want to grow ; but the Mole eateth of worms and
insects. Have you explored for a little way either the tunnel of a Gopher or
Mole — these fairy folk who live in the earth?
We have been looking all day for Night-Hawk homes in the field, but
none we found until near the hour of sunset, when we came unto the old rock-
bar on the east side of the pasture. And there among the rocks we found
them — first two eggs, then a baby Night-Hawk, then another egg, then two
more baby Night-Hawks. Altogether we found seventeen homes. Now,
Mother Night-Hawk does not build a home — but she lays her eggs, usually
two in number, on the bare ground or among rocks. Well they harmonize
with their surroundings, and it is often difficult to see them. Night-Hawks
have unusually large mouths, which I'm sure must be of an advantage to them
as they sail through the air catching flies, ants, mosquitoes and other insects.
We had a wonderful time at the Night-Hawk settlement — we are going to
select names for all the baby Night-Hawks when we get home — you see, the
scientific name of Night-Hawks is Chordeiles, and we have a big task in pick-
ing out names to harmonize with this for the baby Night-Hawks that now
are — and the baby Night-Hawks that are to come out of all those eggs that
haven't hatched yet. The clouds were beautiful coming home.
"A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun,
A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow;
Tranquil its spirit seemed and floated slow!
Even in its very motion there was rest;
While every breath of eve that chanced to blow
Wafted the traveler to the beauteous west." — Wilson.
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IN THE FIELDS
June 15th — We children love to go to the meadow where the Butter-
cups grow — why, it looks just like the sun's children had come to live in
that meadow this month. It is a golden meadow now. Don't you just like
to cuddle down among Buttercups? We do. Did you know that Butter-
cup has other names? — Cuckoo Flower, Crowfoot, Kingcup, Butter Flow-
er and Goldcup. Scientists call her Ranunculus. Have you held a recep-
tion for Buttercup fairies and invited their cousins, Meadow Rue, Marsh
Marigold, Larkspur, Columbine, Virgin's Bower and Wind Flower?
June 17th — In the field today I saw a father Horned Lark with baby
Larks three busily hunting insects. Then even while I watched them he
rose into the air singing that tinkling song that sends joy everywhere. He
is a cousin of the Skylark.
"Oh, listen! The wild flowers are singing
Their beautiful songs without words!
They are pouring the soul of their music
Through the voices of happy birds." — Lucy Larcum.
June 20th — I've a Grass Garden out in the field, in the corner of Grand-
father's field. Today I've been out talking to the Grass fairy children. (Have
you a Grass Garden?) It brings one so many joys — more joys than toys —
because the Wind fairies make sweet music among the Grass fairies and little
fairy voices whisper back and forth ; and one has a wonderful song in one's
heart as one walks among the Grass fairies in one's own Grass Garden.
Among the Fairy Grasses who dwell in my garden in the field are : Velvet
Grass, Silvery Hairgrass, Tall Red-top, Floating Mannagrass, Kentucky Blue
grass, Reed Canarygrass, Foxtail Grass, Purplish Aristida, Squirrel-tail
Grass, Nodding Wild Rye, Lacegrass, Timothy and Raygrass. These are
their common names — other names had they, too, of my own choosing.
"Even as the growing grass,
Up from the soil religions pass,
And the field that bears the rye
Bears parables and prophecy." — Wheelock.
June 21st — O, the Timothy Grass in the fields is in bloom; and we chil-
dren like them all. We sent our greetings to them by the wind this morn-
ing, and then we raced to the fields to tell them ourselves. We told them how
they came by their name — ^Timothy — you see it was for Timothy Hanson,
who cultivated them many years ago, that they were named. The children
call them Cat's-tail Grass. Their scientific name is Phleum pratense.
IN THE FIELDS
The field Musicians — often we go quietly and listen to them — and lis-
tening feel the bond of brotherhood with the little Earthfolk about us. And
who are the musicians of the field — Meadowlark, Bob-o'-link, Bob White,
Katy-did, Vesper Sparrow and Cricket are among them.
We were just bubbling over with joy this morning — and we couldn't
keep still. And when we went to the fields we heard him — "Bob White,
Bob White." He always tells his name so plainly — this cousin of Par-
tridge, Grouse and Quail. We learned this verse about him :
There's a plump little chap in a speckled coat,
And he sits on the zigzag rail remote,
Where he whistles at breezy, bracing morn,
Where the buckwheat is ripe, and stacked the corn ;
"Bob White! Bob White! Bob White!"
June 15th — O, tongues of flame are speaking here and yonder where
blooms the Indian Paint Brush, the Scarlet Painted Cup, cousin of Mullein,
Monkey Flower and Fox Glove. And to it comes the Hummmgbird. (We
saw four about them today.) And, too, we found feeding on the plant, cater-
pillars, who some day will be Checker-spot Butterflies. Castilleja is its
"Earth's crammed with heaven
And every common bush afire with God.'*
June 17th — I have just returned from taking the caterpillars to grass.
Grandfather's eyes twinkled when he met me in the field taking caterpillars
to grass, and he said in his kindly way, *T met you this morning taking the
cows to pasture, now it is the butterflies. Whose turn comes next?"
"The plump ones who are to be Indian Skipper Butterflies when they
grow up, and the reason I didn't bring all the caterpillars at once — all
those who feed on grass — was because the herding of caterpillars is more dif-
ficult than the herding of cows. After the caterpillars browse awhile I bring
them home with more grass like that upon which they were feeding in the
field. Now I must take the caterpillars of Indian Skipper to pasture.
June 21st — Out in the meadow where the land is damp and where hun-
dreds of Camasses are blooming — that is where we have been today. And
a wonderful time we have had with Camass fairies who wear the Joyous Blue,
Grandfather, finding us among the Camasses, told us how their bulbs were
prized by the Indians and that a war — "the Nez Perce Indian War" in Idaho
was caused by encroachments upon the territory rich in these bulbs — also he
said that Bears liked the bulbs. These Camass fairies are cousins of Mis-
sion Bells and many Lilies.
June 29th — In the nest of Nakomis, the little field mouse, I found two
IN THE FIELDS
July 17th — Over the meadow they flit. Over the Clover they hover — these
Sulphur Butterfly fairies. Upon the leaf of the Clover an egg I found — and
upon another leaf another egg. We have raised from sixty to ninety each
year. And delightful times v^e have had in Butterfly Nursery v^atching the
caterpillars hatch — and then feed upon Clover leaves, and then rest on the
midribs of the underside of the leaves. We children all think the green
caterpillars that are to be Sulphur Butterflies when they grow-up, very inter-
esting youngsters. Have you looked for the eggs of Sulphur Butterfly on
July 20th — He has long hind legs and of course he is a good jumper. He
has such a solemn face — this Grasshopper fairy of the fields. He doesn't have
his ears in his elbow as Katydid has. His are under his wings on the first
segment of his abdomen. Have you watched him clean his antennae? A
very cleanly person is this spry fairy of whom a poet, who lived five hundred
years before Jesus was born, wrote :
"Thou dost drink and dance and sing,
Happier than the happiest king!
All the fields which thou dost see,
All the plants belong to thee;
All the summer hours produce,
Fertile made with thy juice.
Man for thee does sow and plow,
Farmer he, and landlord thou!" — Anacreon.
July 22nd — This afternoon we children — nine of us — went to the
field and climbed upon the old rail fence to get a better view of the fields
— of the Corn Flowers in one particular field. Why, that field is spangled with
Corn Flower fairies — mostly wearing blue dresses; but some wore purple
ones and others white. The longer we stood on the fence watching them
the more we wondered how many there were, so we just started out to
count them. We did not get many counted until we were sent home to bed
— because while we were counting Corn Flowers we were tramping down
the grain. Now wasn't it queer that we hadn't thought of that? But be-
ing sent to bed didn't stop one's thoughts of Corn Flowers. Their scien-
tific name is Centaurea (after a wonderful centaur of olden days). They
are also called Bachelor's Buttons ; and each one consists of many flowers.
"Wlayside songs and meadow blossoms; nothing perfect, nothing rare;
Every poet's ordered garden yields a hundred flowers more fair;
Master-singers know a music richer far beyond compare."
"Yet the reaper in the harvest, 'mid the burden and the heat,
Hums a half-remembered ballad, finds the easy cadence sweet, —
Sees the very blue of heaven in the corn-blDom at his feet." — Van Dyke.
IN THE FIELDS
"From west to east the warm breath blows,
The slender heads of wheat droop low, as if in prayer.
Again, more lightly tossed in merry play,
They bend and bow and sway with measured beat,
But never rest, through shadow and through sun.
Goes on the tender rustle of the wheat."
August 9th — We children found the eggs of the mate of Daddy-Long- Legs,
whose other names are Grandfather, Graybeard and Harvestman, on the
ground under a rock in the field. Last year while Grandfather was harvest-
ing we found eggs like unto these and brought them home. They did not
hatch until this spring, and the baby Harvestmen were very dear. Each one
looked like a Daddy-Long-Legs in miniature. They were shy in the day-
time — and so often I came down in my night gown long after bedtime to see
what they were doing. It was great the way they changed their skins; and
auntie remarked that I saved those little skins they shed as a mother saves
the baby clothes when baby outgrows them. So they outgrew their baby
clothes, and often we marveled when by accident they lost a leg and grew
another. Too, it was entertaining to watch them clean their legs. My — such
long ones as they have. If we had stilts like that — just think of the rate and
the distance at which we could travel on our exploration, information trips
each day. Grandfather says "Don't think of it." (I'm sure he is afraid that
I would not be at home when night came.)
"The Indian com a rustling symphony
Murmurs responsive to the wind's sweet will.'-
August 11th — In Grandpa's pasture we found many Mushroom fairies,
they who are called the Common Mushrooms, they whose scientific name is
Agaricus campestris. And Uncle went out and gathered some for supper,
for these are good to eat. But this Uncle says — "You children must never
taste the Mushrooms you find for some Mushrooms are poison — and lest it
be a poison one you taste 'tis best to taste them not at all." And we won't,
because Uncle, he knows what is best.
August 13th — 'Most every day now we children are in the wheat fields
and we listen and listen to the music there.
"When Sim and sky were sweet, in happy noon,
We stood breast-high, mid waves of ripened grain,
And heard the wind make music in the wheat."
August 15th — In the meadow where the ground is moist the Helmet-
flowers grow — and now they are blooming — and to them come the Bees, and
we children. About them we have planted some of their cousins — Catnip,
Blue Curls, Pennyroyal, Wild Thyme and Peppermint, Gill-over-the-ground,
and Sweet Basil.
IN THE FIELDS
There is strength in the soil;
In the earth there is laughter and youth;
There is solace and hope in the upturned loam.
And lo, I shall plant my soul in it here like a seed!
And forth it shall come to me as a flower of song;
For I know it is good to get back to the earth — Stringer.
August 20th — Out in the Alfalfa field — that's where we have been this
morning. Alfalfa fairies are very interesting. Did you know that they are
cousins of the Sweet Peas, Clovers and Scotch Broom? that Allalfa was taken
to Greece from Media and was cultivated hundreds of years before Christ
August 23rd — Josephus Jacobus Benjamin Solomon Rheoboam and I
have just been for a tramp — that is, I did the tramping and J. J. B. S. Rheo-
boam rode in my biggest apron pocket. He slept part of the way until I had
so filled that pocket with food for thirteen patients in the hospital that very
little room was left for him. You see Josephus Jacobus Benjamin Solomon
Rheoboam is a sleek, fat meadow mouse (not nearly so big as his name) —
and he and I are good friends through sunshine and rain. He is very fond of
corn cooked just the way I like it ; but mother learned of this and forbid me
to carry corn out to J. J. B. S. R., so the only thing to do was to carry J. J.
B, S. R. to the corn. For five meals I brought him to the table in my pocket
and gave him nibbles in between times. All went well — I eating with one
hand and keeping the other hand on his lordship of the field, but on the day
that I very much needed both hands to cut apart a piece of meat and had not
a third hand to restrain the wee beastie, his lordship somehow in a moment
was nibbling at the corn in the dish at my left, which belonged not unto me,
but to the guest of honor. Lo — a great electrical storm broke in our dining
room and I received the after effects of it out in the woodshed, where the
power of the electrical current generated by J. J. B. S. R.'s appearance at the
table was conveyed through the medium of hazel switches. When I had
been in bed twenty-one minutes, and seemingly forsaken, who should come
peeping over the window sill and creeping over the floor but my little friend
of the fields, Josephus Jacobus Benjamin Solomon Rheoboam.
"Nature teaches beasts to know their friends." — Shakespeare.
August 27th — O, the fairy wheels all over the field. We children do like
them; so also do Wasps, Flies, Beetles and Bees. But the farmer, he says:
"Those pesky wild carrots are taking the field." Queen Anne's Lace is its
other name ; and well it is named, with its lacy flowers and fringy leaves.
And still with reverent hands we cull
Thy gifts each year renewed;
The good is always beautiful,
The beautiful is good." — Whittier.
IN THE FIELDS
"Insect lover of the sun, joy of thy dominion!
Sailor of the atmosphere; swimmer through the waves of air;
Voyager of light and noon; epicurean of June." — Emerson.
Bumble-bees come and Bumble-bees go. Three times I have found a new
Bumble-bee colony in an old nest of field mice. Long hours I have watched
near these Bumble-bee homes — and every minute was full of interest. In
exploring to find out the whys and wherefores of some things I have learned
that a Bumble-bee worker stings. I believe that the smaller Bumble-bee work-
ers tend the babies. It seemed that the larger ones were busy bringing in the
honey. Also sometimes I see them mending the covering of the nest.
"Burly, dozing bumble-bee, where thou art is clime for me.
I will follow thee alone, thou animated torrid-zone!
Zigzag steerer, desert cheerer, let me choose thy waving lines;
Keep me nearer, me thy hearer, singing over shrubs and vines." — Emerson.
Sept. 6th — Saw two baby Blue Racers hatch out of two eggs in the comer
of the meadow to-day. Ten days ago I saw seven eggs there.
To-day a letter came from little Marino — he's one of the lumber camp
children who so liked to go with me on our nature walks. And he loved our
Cathedral, too. The letter to-day was mostly about White-throated Sparrows.
You see, Marino is gone from our Oregon to the land beyond the Rockies.
This dear fairy he wrote about is a new fairy he has found there. In the thick-
et by the old rail fence at the edge of the field was where Marino found these
darling Sparrow fairies — they whose throats are white, they who like seeds
of berries and seeds of weeds, they of whom the poet wrote :
"Have you heard of the Sing-away Bird,
That sings where the Runaway River
Runs down with its rills from the bald-headed hills
That stand in the sunshine and shiver?
Oh, sing! sing away! sing away!
How the pines and the birches are stirred
By the trill of the Sing-away Bird !
'Twas a White-throated Sparrow that sped a light arrow
Of song from his musical quiver.
And it pierced with its spell every valley and dell
On the banks of the Runaway River —
Oh, sing! sing-away! sing-away!
The song of the wild singer had
The sound of a soul that is glad." — Lucy Larcum.
Marino saw one wee White-throated Sparrow alight on a slender weed
stalk — and down came weed stalk, birdie and all.
IN THE FIELDS
October — In the night, last night, I heard them calling "Kill-dee, kill-
dee, kill-dee." Over and over again they told their name — these cousins of
Golden Plover, Snowy Plover and Mountain Plover.
When Autumn time comes v^ralking across the fields 'tis time to trans-
plant Wild Floorer fairies to our Wild Flower Gardens. To-day we have been
transplanting Blue Iris, Blue-eyed Grass and Blue Sailors from the fields to
our Garden of Joyous Blue. From the damp meadow we transplanted Helmet-
flower and Forget-me-not.
October 6th — We children love the Crickets, Mother Nature's tiny violin-
ists. This year we raised twenty-seven. And to-day in the fields we found
others. We just feel glad all over when we hear them.
"Welcome with thy clicking, cricket,
Clicking songs of sober mirth;
Autumn striping field and thicket,
Brings thee to my hearth.
Where thy clicking shrills and quickens,
While the mist of twilight thickens.
No annoy, good humored cricket,
With thy trills is ever blent
Spleen of mine, how does thou trick it
To a calm content.
So by thicket, hearth or wicket.
Click thy little lifetime, cricket."
— Bayard Taylor.
October 23rd — O, the little sister of the Daisy — I found her in the fields
today. In June I found her there, too. No wonder she has such a firm
hold in the world, when for so many weeks she is sending seed children
into the world. She came to us from Europe. They say she dwells also
in Asia and Africa. Of names she has a goodly share — Dog-fennel, May-
weed, Pig-sty, Daisy, Dillweed and Fetid Camomile. Her odor, it is not
pleasant; but little flies mind that not. We watch them come and go.
October 27th — Three quaint elves I met in the field today, and then three
more — and each one's name, it was the same, Leaf-Hopper of Jassidae fam-
ily. In August on Blue-grass in my Grass Garden there were tiny eggs, and
I brought them home to the Nursery. Later from them came baby Leaf Hop-
pers who changed their clothes three times before they grew up. In June
we held a "Leaf-Hopper" convention — and many and varied were the elves
in attendance at this convention — Leaf Hoppers of the Jassidae family.
IN THE FIELDS
May 3rd — On our way home from school this afternoon we stopped in
the fields to sip the nectar from the flower heads of Blue Curls. My, it
tasted good. No wonder the Bees liked to call upon Blue Curls. After we
had watched the Bees for several minutes we stopped taking the nectar, be-
cause we felt it belonged more to them than to us. You see they help
Mother Nature send more seed babies (that are to be Blue Curls when
they grow up) into the world by aiding in the fertilizing of the flower.
Blue Curls are known by other names — Heart-of-the-Earth, Self-heal and
Prunella. They belong to the Mint family.
I was late to school this morning; but I did not mind being late because
I found something which I've been trying hard to find for three days —
Mother Meadowlark's home. Since the first day I saw her hurrying low
through the grass at the edge of the field I felt her nest was near by. Sure
enough it was. It was made of grass, and in a clump of grass, and in it were
five Baby Meadowlarks. I was so happy to find them, and so busy finding
grasshoppers for them to eat, that I forgot what time it was and of course
was late to school. But being as I had my lessons for to-day done yesterday
teacher only kept me fifteen minutes after school. And then, having kept
me in, she went with me to see the Meadowlark babies. I carefully gave her
one grasshopper to give them. She, being of a timid nature, held that little
grasshopper out on a piece of grass and before the birds had a chance at it
the pesky thing hopped off the piece of grass and away.
May 15th — A lovely shower has come to earth and sweet is the air most
everywhere, but sweetest in the field here. We children have just been try-
ing to find where so much fragrance is coming from. We did take in a
big breath, and did smell, and did snuff and our search it did end with Sweet-
Vernal Grass, for it was the source plainly enough. Sweet Vernal Grass,
whose stems are so satiny, is called by scientists Anthoxanthum odoratum.
"All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower." — Robert Browning.
May 19th — We went to gather wild strawberries today and found Cat-
Ears in the field and Cat-Tails at the edge of the swamp. It certainly is in-
teresting the number of things one finds when one goes wild strawberrying.
We children all love Cat-Ears — they are so velvety. We like to sit down
among them and place our cheeks against their soft white or purplish blue
hair-covered petals, and listen to the earth things talking. Cat-Ears belong
to the Lily family and are cousins of Mission Bells, Hyacinths, Stars-of-
Bethlehem, Camas and Lamb's Tongue Lily. Cat-Ear we know by three
other names — Calochortus, Star-Tulip and Mariposa Lily, which means
IN THE FIELDS
"I saw two clouds at morning, tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on, and mingled into one."
May 12th — O, here and there, and far and wide, the field is all creamy
with dainty Fairy Cream-cups, of the Poppy family. Cousins of God's
Gold are these plants, with uplifted blossoms, nodding buds, and fairy stems.
May 17th — Found a Mother Kildeer at home in Grandfather's cornfield.
She was near unto a corn plant. No home had she builded — her eggs were on
the ground. There were four of them, and they had spots of brown and black
upon them. I can hardly wait until the baby Kildeers hatch. I was picking
out names for them to-day. Their scientific name is Aegialitis vocifera —
and baby Kildeer are such darling babies.
May 27th — The little Pear-shaped Puffballs we found in the field today
— and their scientific name is Lycoperdon. Don't you think that Mother
Nature has given the Pufif-ball Baby Spores lovely cradles? These are found
all over the world.
June 5th — I've been out in the field gathering grasses — gathering grass-
es for seventeen caterpillars, who will be, that is, if all goes well, when they
grow up, Whirl-about Butterflies —
"Faint, faint and clear,
Faint as the music that in dreams we hear
Shaking the curtain-fold of sleep,
So softly, softly stirs
The wind's low murmur in the rippled wheat."
July 1st — Still the Chickweeds bloom in the fields. These Chickweed
fairies belong to the Pink family and are cousins of Campion and Cockle.
Later in this month each year we children gather Chickweed seeds for bird
fairies ; and among those who like them well are Canaries and Sparrows.
July 15th — Out in the field this afternoon I heard the little Violinist,
Black Cricket. We children have interesting times with these musicians.
We find them under stones and clods in the field. Have you seen their
ears on their front legs? Have you brought Crickets home to w^atch?
Where would one keep them? Take a flower pot, plant in it grass and
clover, place over this a lamp chimney, and mosquito netting on top of this.
Our Crickets, Violin first and second. Mandolin first and second, fed upon
grass and clover, and liked bits of melon rinds and apple.
July 19th — Have you met Corn Cockle fairies in the field? Corn Cockle
fairies, who dwell on both sides of the sea ; whose scientific name, Agros-
temma, means Crown of the Field ; whose cousins are Soapwort, Campion,
and Starwort; are invaders from a land beyond the sea. Caterpillars who
some day are to be Diathaecia Moths like seeds of Corn Cockle ; but the
farmers like not these seeds, and the pink of Corn Cockle over the fields
means to them only a lot of weeds.
IN THE WOODS
"And the spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the spirit of love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest."
March 9th — A Fairy from the land beyond the Rocky Mountains is
blooming in our Cathedral to-day. From far away New England came the
plants last year to dwell in our Cathedral here in Oregon woods. We chil-
dren love Arbutus — that is why we placed it in the Cathedral — whose pil-
lars are the forest trees, the great tall fir trees ; and whose dome is the sky.
Near the altar bloom these lovely cousins of Rhodora and Rhododendron.
"God made the flowers to beautify the earth,
And cheer man's carefull mood;
And he is happiest who hath power
To gather wisdom from a flower
And wake his heart in every hour
To pleasant gratitude." — Wordsworth.
March 12th — It seemeth to live by a rule of three — a dainty, white fairy,
blooming in the woods now. Three leaves, three petals, two times three
stamens, three styles and a three-celled ovary — Trillum, it is well named.
To the Lily of the Valley family it belongs. Who are its cousins?
March 15th — Away back in the woods I saw him today — he was perched
on a limb and was sound asleep. I'm sure he must be a very sound sleeper —
this Saw-Whet Owl — for I tapped on the tree several times before he woke
up. He has another name — Acadian Owl, and his scientific name is Nyctala
acadica. Last year I found a Mother Saw-Whet Owl at home in an old
Woodpecker's hole, one week later than this week. She was sitting upon six
white eggs. Mice from the mouse-traps I brought her — she liked them.
March 16th — We found Asarum, the Wild Ginger, with its one flower so
nearly like the woods' carpet of dry leaves around it. And finding one we
found others, too. We did not pick them ; but we waited near to watch the
small flies come to the flowers. I'm sure that these flies aid in the fertilizing
of wild ginger by carrying pollen from one plant to another. Other names
also has Wild Ginger — Snake-root, Indian Ginger and Cat's Foot. Azaro,
Marie from Spain called it. Little Philip of France called it Asaret..
"Delightful music woos the ear;
The grass is stirred
Down to the heart of every spear —
Ah, that's a Bird." — Powell.
IN THE WOODS
"Such infinite variety appears,
A hundred artists in a hundred years
Could never copy from a floral world
The marvels that in leaf and bud lie curled." — Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
April 2nd — In the forest in the shadows of great fir trees are blossoming
the flowers of the wind, the dainty Anemones. There is a dear old Greek
story of Anemos, the wind, sending these exquisite flowers to herald his com-
ing in early Spring. So we children love to call them "Flowers of the Wind."
They belong to the Buttercup family and are cousins of Meadow Rue, Marsh
Marigold and Columbine.
* "These little dream-flowers found in Spring."
April 3rd — Deep in the forest His Star Flowers are blossoming — only
three or four inches above the carpet of fir needles are their dainty star
blossoms borne on thread-like stems. Cousins of the Pimpernel and Cycla-
men are they.
April 9th — **Yo-ho, Robin Hood and his fairies are in the wood." We
children hurried away from our play to greet them today. Red-flowered Cur-
rant blossoms all along the twigs — why they are Robin Hood's merry little
m^n. And few leaves are out before they are about — telling us of other fair-
ies soon to come. O, keep ye watch for Robin Hood's little men on the twigs
of the Red-flowered Currant.
April 12th — Hound's Tongue blossoms that were of a pinkish hue a few
days ago, have now become blue. Why? — because they have been fertilized
and they always turn blue after fertilization. It was in the early days of Janu-
ary when first we found the leaves of Hound's Tongue pushing their way
up through the wood's carpet. Why its name? — look at the shape of its
April 21st — God's bells are ringing a call to prayer in the woods today —
in the shadows of the woodland I found Mission Bell blooming by the path-
way — all its beauty blending with the shadows round about. Bronze Bells
and Rice-Root both describe it — flowers of various modest shades, all mot-
tled and checkered over — roots like little pearls or tiny grains of rice. Fritil"
laria is the name the scientists know it by ; but to wee children's hearts the
name Mission Bell is most dear — God's little prayer flowers, calling us to
think of Him and all His goodness.
" 'Neath cloistered boughs, each floral bell that swingeth
And tolls its perfume on the passing air,
Makes Sabbath in the fields* and ever ringeth
A call to prayer." — Smith.
IN THE WOODS
"But hark! I hear the pheasant's muffled drumming;
The water murmur from a distant dell;
A drowsy bee in mazy tangles humming;
The far, faint tinkling tenor of a bell."
Deep in the woods I came upon a shy fairy knight — Sir Grouse — the
drummer. Of him we learned this verse :
"Then it is the stately partridge
Spreads his ruff and mounts his rostrum,
Gazes proudly round the thicket,
Sounds his strange and muffled signal.
First with slow and heavy measure,
Then like eager, hurried heart-beats,
Ending in a nervous flutter
Faster than the ear can reckon."
Quietly I went through the woods, and, seeing Sir Grouse, I paused.
Every year I love to watch for Grouse Babies — they are such darlings — and
sometimes I have picked them up — and they seemed unafraid, looking up at
me with their bright, soft eyes. I have fed them, and when they were grown
up three of them still came at intervals to the end of an old log deep in the
forest. Very much they liked difTerent berries, insects and grasshoppers. I
kept a special note-book of their ways and doings. It is their diary and is in
another Fairyland book to follow this one.
"And the wide forest weaves,
To welcome back its playful mates again,
A canopy of leaves;
And from its darkening shadow floats
A gush of trembling notes." — Percival.
My dear little Great-Grandmother, who came from the far-away South-
land, and who is my own dear Mamma's father's mother, to-day has been tell-
ing me about Cardinal bird, God's jewel ruby with wings, who sings and
sings. When my Grandma was a little girl, a very little girl, the negro mam-
my would carry her about the plantation and tell her about the little folk of
the field and woods. Often she saw Cardinal — and as she grew older she
liked to go to the woodland and listen to the Cardinal. Grandma tells me lots
about the plantation — about when she was a little girl there. 'Twas in a damp
place in a thick tangle that she found the Cardinal cradle in April time. This
fairy is a cousin of Goldfinch, Grosbeak, Song Sparrow, Crossbill and Indigo
Bunting. His scientific name is Cardinalis cardinalis. My Grandma loves
Cardinal — so do I.
"What are the voices of birds —
Ay, and of beasts, — but words, our words.
Only so much more sweet?" — Browning.
IN THE WOODS
"O bird that somewhere yonder sings.
In the dim hour 'twixt dreams and dawn,
Lone in the hush of sleeping things.
In some sky sanctuary withdrawn,
Voice of man's heart and of God's sky,
So in your liquid note impearled
Sings the long epic of the world.
And there is something the song saith
That makes me unafraid of death."
This day I went forth into the forest at the hour of sunrise. And within
the forest I heard a sublime bell-like voice — 'twas one of His Cathedral
singers. Upward and onward the song of the little singer carried my soul ;
and nearer seemed the All-Wise Father as I stood in His forest Cathedral
listening. He who in his singing lifts up the thoughts of the Children of
Men to higher realms is this fairy, Audubon's Hermit Thrush. It seems
only yesterday, but it is seven years since Uncle taught me this verse, which
we children all love.
"Then in that solemn hour I hear
A hymn that comes so sweet and clear;
So pure a tone, it seems to be
A bit of heaven's minstrelsy."
In our wild flower garden in the woods there is now blooming another
fairy who came from the land beyond the Rocky Mountains. His name is
Jack-in-the-Pulpit — but he dwells not in our Cathedral, where first we
planted him. He dwells not there now because we found him to be a wolf
in sheep's clothing. Why, the majority of his congregation consist of
Gnats and tiny Flies — and some of these do not escape from the pulpit.
Really, one would not expect such a pious-looking creature, who is a
cousin of the stately Calla Lily, to be capable of such cruelty. He is also a
cousin of Skunk Cabbage.
April 8th — Where the Fern fairies dwell in the wood there the Bleeding
Hearts are blooming today. We children learned this verse about them:
"In a gymnasium where things grow,
Jolly little boys and girls in a row,
Hanging down from cross-bar stem,
Builded purposely for them;
Stout little legs up in the air
Kick at the breeze as it passes there;
Dizzy heads in collars wide,
Look at the world from the underside;
Happy acrobats a-swing,
At the woodside show in early spring."
IN THE WOODS
May 3rd — Coral Roots are in blossom — those members of the Orchid
family, cousins of the fair Calypso and Lady Slippers, who have become
back sliders — that is, they do not get their food in the way Mother Nature
intended all honest plants to do; but they live upon the dead and decom-
posing forms of other plants and are therefore called saprophytes. For this
reason they have no leaves. Their flowers are hard to describe with their
mottlings of purple and brown. Do you know why they are called Coral
Roots? Do you know any other saprophytes beside the Coral Roots?
May 12th — Here and there and yonder over the moss-carpeted floor of
the woods, over the fir needle carpeted floor of the forest, they are blooming
today — counted by many among the fairest and dearest of His forest blos-
soms. Calypso borealis, the scientists call them — and so do we. One leaf
one blossom — the Master Artist's touch — and we have our Calypso fairies.
"There's not a flower but shows some touch,
In freckle, freck or stain,
Of His unrivalled pencil."
May 13th — Another guest from the land beyond the hills came to live in
our wildflower garden in the woods last fall — came all the way from Pennsyl-
vania to live in our Oregon wildflower garden. And this Dutchman's Pipe,
cousin of Wild Ginger, we think a very interesting member of that garden. He
is blooming now, and such quaint flowers. Teddy, who came from Pennsyl-
vania two years before the said Dutchman's Pipe, has grave forebodings. He
says, says he: "Dutchman's Pipe is going to take a tumble from that pedes-
tal you have all set him on in your minds — just you wait and see.'*
We waited and saw — waited and saw little flies with gauzy wings crawl
into those flowers — crawl in; but not out again, for the tiny hairs at the en-
trance, which made their coming in more easy, made their going out more
difficult — in fact, they did not come out at all.
"They can't get out! They can't get out! They'll never get out!"
shouted Teddy. Then we came home — Dutchman's Pipe, leaning from the
pedestal we had put him on in our minds — leaning; but he had not tumbled
yet, because we are going back tomorrow.
Later — We came back again and again, until the blossoms withered one
day and the little flies went away — went away from the blossom with pollen
on them — went away to enter again some other Dutchman's Pipe blossom —
went away after having fed upon the nectar in the blossom. And having
seen for ourselves that Dutchman's Pipe had not injured his guests, but had
simply used them to his own advantage, we were a bit puzzled as to where
to place him in our estimation.
"I thought," said Teddy, but he didn't finish, for he had waited with us,
had watched, and had seen, and now knew.
IN THE WOODS
May — It is raining and I am here in the woods. I am happy here in
the tree :
"I hear the leaves drinking rain;
I hear the rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop by drop;
'Tis a sweet noise to hear,
These green leaves drinking near." — Davis.
May 18th — Ocean Spray is blooming in the woods — Ocean Spray, with
many tiny blosoms in panicles like unto plumes, cousin of the Strawberry,
Rose and Bridal Wreath fairies.
May 22nd — High up in the top of a Fir a wee fairy w^-s singing today of
the beauty and gladness of May ; then winging his way he did come to an-
other Fir tree and carefully hunt over the twigs for his food. His name?
Upon his head he wore a bit of red — Ruby-Crowned Kinglet is his name,
cousin of other Kinglets and Gnatcatchers is he ; and a bonnier fairy Knight it
would be difficult to find, for busy and cheery is he.
"It touched the wood bird's folded wing,
And said, O bird, awake and sing." — ^Longfellow.
May 22nd — On the buds of the Dogwood I found four pale green eggs tc^
day. It was near this time and in just such a place that I found like eggs
last year. And from these came caterpillars who fed upon the Dogwood
flowers and tender leaves, and in time changed into chrysalids, from which
came five weeks ago — Azure Butterflies, they who wear the Joyous Blue.
May — To-day while going softly through the woods I met someone else
stepping carefully, too — 'twas the Oven Builder, whose other name is Golden-
crowned Thrush, he who is a cousin of many Warblers. Have you found his
home — his wonderful home? When you do it will make him all the dearer
unto you for nearer do we come to our little brothers of the air as we know
their home-life. When I was just a very little girl Uncle taught me this
verse, and I want you to learn it too.
"In the days of spring migrations, days when the warbler hosts move northward,
To the forests, to the leafbeds, comes the tiny oven builder,
Daintily the leaves he tiptoes, underneath them builds his oven.
Arched and paved with last year's oal^ leaves^ roofed and walled against the raindrops.
Hour by hour his voice he raises, mingling with the red-eye's snatches,
Answering to the hermit's anthem; rising — falling, like a wind-breath;
Strange, ventriloqous his music, far away when close beside one;
Near at hand when seeming distant; weird — his plaintive accrescendo.
Teach us! Teach us! is his asking, uttered to the Omnipresent;
Teach us! Teach us! comes responsive from the solemn, listening forest."
IN THE WOODS
"With every day some splendors strange!
With every hour some subtle change!
Of our plain world, how could we guess
Such miracles of loveliness?"
June 1st — Aurora is lingering this week on our Oregon mountains.
Pink near and pink afar the Rhododendrons blossom now. We walk among
them and feel as we linger with them that the Master Artist has just
passed this way and has given through these fairy flowers a message for
each new day, a thought for many happy hours.
June 3rd — In the woods met I today the fairy Eurymedon. And how
was he dressed? In cream and black, with touches of blue and orange. And
how did he travel? On wings, four wings, covered with scales, arranged in
beautiful patterns. And where did he come from? From a tiny egg on a leaf
of Cascara Sagrada. Then he grew, yes, he grew and he grew from a tiny
caterpillar to a big one, as he ate and he ate and he ate of the leaves of the
Cascara Sagrada. And then? Then he changed into a chrysalis, and inside
this fairy cradle went on changing ; and one day came out a fairy with wings
Eurymedon of the Genus Papilio of the family of Hesperidae — Eurymedon,
a Swallowtail Butterfly.
June 5th — Among the Saxifraga fairies on the mountain side at the edge
of the great forest I found the Parnassian Butterflies, they whose upper wing
edges are transparent. When a small child as I wandered among these fairies
on the mountain side I loved to think as I watched them that the Spirit
of Winter and the Spirit of Spring to the Children of Men a thought of their
friendship to bring, together had made, and had given to the world, this fair
wonderful thing with the snow, and the ice, and faint colors of fair blossoms
upon its wing — ^just that its existence might ever and eternally in silence
sing, year after year, of a friendship so dear between the Spirits of Winter
June 6th — It is in blossom — this exquisite fairy of the woods, American
Barrenwort — cousin of Oregon Grape, Barberry, Twin-leaf and May Apple.
We children like to call it by its other name, Vancouveria — this name hav-
ing been given to it in memory of the English Navigator, Captain Vancouver.
We like the sound of the name, and we truly think that, if Captain Vancouver
were here his heart could not help but be glad that such a dear plant had
been named for him.
June 9th — In the woods among the mosses I met twin fairies today
where blooms the Northern Twin Flower, cousin of Snowberry, Arrow-wood
and Honeysuckle. These twin fairy flowers were named Linnaea for
Linnaeus, the father of Botany.
"Beneath dim aisles in odorous beds,
The slight Linnaea hangs its twin-born heads."
IN THE WOODS
"Where the copse wood Is the greenest,
'Where the fountain glistens sheenest,
Where the morning dew lies longest,
There the Lady Fern grows strongest."
—Sir Walter Scott.
June 9th — Yesterday it rained and the day before. And to-day in the
woods I found many beautiful Morels, they whose scientific name is Mor-
chella deliciosa, they who belong to the family Helvellaceae.
"A turn, and we stand in the heart of things ;
The woods are *round us heaped and dim." — Robert Browning.
June 16th — Dogwood fairies are blooming, they who are the cousins of
Red Osier and Bunch Berry; and the fairest of them all is Our Sentinel Tree
standing forty feet tall.
Through the forest's darkening emerald.
In the murky, pungent gloom,
Shines a cloud of wondrous whiteness.
Where He sets the dogwood bloom." — Gene Stratton Porter.
There's a home in the top of a pine tree in the woods — a home we chil-
dren most sincerely wish was not there. In it are three baby Sharp-Shinned
Hawks. And Father and Mother Sharp-Shinned Hawk are noted for kill-
ing small Song Bird fairies, as well as others. Somebody said of Sharp-
Shinned Hawk : "He is the boldest fellow for his inches that wears feath-
ers." His scientific name is Accipiter velox.
"Swallows over the water. Warblers over the land,
Silvery, tinkling ripples along the pebbly strand;
Afar in the upper ether the eagle floats at rest,
No wind now frets the forest; 'tis Nature at her best." — Abbot.
May-Apple is blooming in our wild flower garden in the woods. Yes,
she is another fairy from beyond the hills. She came from Minnesota — and
of course we children are glad to have her here. Her scientific name is Podo-
phyllum peltatum — and she is a cousin of Twin-leaf, Barrenwort and our
Oregon Grape. We learned this verse about her.
"And will any poet sing of a lusher, richer thing
Than a ripe May apple, rolled like a purply lump of gold
Under thumb and finger tips, and poured moulten through the lips?" — Riley.
June 26th — O, a beautiful fairy I met today in the mountains. White
and coral-like was this fungus, whose name is Coral Hydnum, and whose
scientific name is Hydnum coralloides. Truly Mother Nature makes also
very beautiful her flowerless plants.
IN THE WOODS
July 3rd — In the forest another cousin of Orchid, Calypso and Lady
Slipper is blooming — 'tis the Rattlesnake Plantain. Do you know why it is
so named? Look to its leaves for the answer.
July 5th — We have been to the hollow to get Salmon Berries for two
bird nurseries, and only a part of those berries reached the nurseries, for
Salmon Berries do taste so good. Have you watched for the blossoms,
that look much like little white Roses? — they are cousins of the Rose.
July 9th — We have been out in the woods gathering wild Blackberries
today. Wild Blackberries taste so good, only it doesn't do to taste them too
much while one is trying to fill one's bucket, because it just won't fill. One
has, instead, to think of how good they will taste next winter. Then each
day after I pick the berries for Mother and Grandmother, I pick others to sell
to earn Nature books to find out the names of things. Sometimes it's awful
hot, but the wood folk are all friendly and I'm eager for the books and that
helps me to forget how hot it is. O, and Blackberries are cousins of the love-
ly Rose fairies.
"And Oh, the voices I have heard!
Such visions when the morning grows —
A brother's soul in some sweet bird,
A sister's spirit in a rose."
And Oh, the beauty I have found!
Such beauty, beauty everywhere;
The beauty creeping on the ground,
The beauty singing in the air,
The love in all, the good in all,
The God in all that is. — Joaquin Miller.
July 10th — Deep in the heart of the forest under Monarch Firs are
blossoming those exquisite fairy one-flowered Wintergreens, cousins of
Rhododendron, Manzanita and Salal.
"Why Nature loves the number five,
And why the star-form she repeats?"
Tulv 17th — Do you ever get puzzled about things? I've been wonder-
ing for over three years about Indian Pipe, who grows in the woods —
wondering why these fairies have no leaves, no green coloring matter like
honest plants who get their food from the soil. But that is just where
the trouble lies with Indian Pipes — they do not get their food honestly;
but prey upon the juices of decaying plants or living ones. So Mother Na-
ture has taken away from them when they obeyed not her laws. They
hang their heads until seeds begin to form and then they raise their heads.
Did you know that these white Indian Pipe fairies are relatives of the Rho-
dodendron and the Laurel fairies? They all belong to the Heath family.
IN THE WOODS
July 15th — I went for a Nature walk today — into the woods. Along the
way I heard the earth things talking. I saw a Chipmunk on a stump — ten
other Chipmunks farther on. I saw tall ferns in the swamp in the woods —
ferns taller than I. A family of Chick-a-dees were up and down and up around
the limbs of an old tree looking for insects. Seven long-horned Beetles I
saw — and heard a Wood-Frog. There was a sleepy Owl on a tree. And
many flowers, who early had been in blossom, were now cradling Baby Seeds.
Frail waxy blossoms of One-flowered Wintergreen were here and yonder
under tall trees. The forest brook went singing on.
To-day I saw a Weasel glide into a burrow, which used to belong to
a Ground-Squirrel. Now Weasel is one of the fairies I do not have a friend-
ly feeling for in my heart. He is such a killer — why, it seems that he always
is killing some other folks — just like a wicked giant in the old fairy-stories.
Now Weasel is no giant. He is from thirteen to fifteen inches long — which
is no great length after all. His ways are ways of evilness — surely he will
reap as he has sown.
One day Fleet-foot (my pet White-footed Mouse) and I were strolling
through the woods. We were going softly — Fleet-foot had scampered out
of my pocket and was leaping ahead a bit when along came a Weasel. My
dear Fleet-foot is no more.
Now the scientific name of a Weasel is Putorius — I'm not interested in
giving Weasel's individual names because I do not think they are deserving
of that courtesy. Of course there are certain names very appropriate — I
called after the one who took my Fleet-foot, "You are a Nero." He was
gone so quickly I'm sure that he did not even get the first word.
A wind arose and rushed upon the South,
And shook the songs, the whispers, and the shrieks
Of the wild woods together; and a Voice
Went with it, follow, follow, thou shalt win." — Tennyson.
July 28th — Saw a Rubber Boa in the woods to-day while picking black-
berries. Saw him eat a little mouse, too. Who is Rubber Boa? He is a
snake. Not a big one — why he wasn't more than a foot and two inches.
His tail was so stubby that it was blunt. Instead of being thin as most
snakes are he was thick and looked like a piece of rubber. Some folks call
him a double-headed snake but that is just because his tail is so blunt. He is
really a very interesting creature, shy and gentle. Watch for him.
July 29th — Have you tasted Salal Berries — those dark purple berries
on Salal Shrubs that carpet the forest floor in some places? We were on
a long tramp in the woods today, and those berries tasted so good. Even
Pliny and Cicero, the two pet squirrels, like them. It's flowers look much
like Manzanita, Rhododendron, Wintergreen and Indian Pipe.
ACHILLES THE WOODS
In the woods is a Raccoon — and this Raccoon's name is Achilles. Achilles
and I are good friends. You see it is this way — I knew Achilles when he
was a youngster. Like many others of his tribe, he was interested in pieces
of shining tin — and even as some of his relatives he met his fate in a trap bait-
ed with a piece of shining tin. It so happened that some hours later I was
passing by. After much difficulty with the trap and with Baby Raccoon
both arrived at the hospital. At first Raccoon Junior refused to be on friendly
terms — then as his leg healed he became very gentle and more likable. Achil-
les was his name — and with him this name staid when, having recovered from
his injuries, he followed me about in the woods. We were great chums — but
sometimes I was spanked for Achilles' pranks. He was, like most all of my
pets, forbidden the premises of the yard — as, of course, was best. But some-
times he, like they, would come in with me from the woods. There was that
day when I went into the pantry to get a sandwich — and, the butter being in
the refrigerator, I opened the door, took it out, and forgot to shut the door. I
went upstairs (just for a moment), then as I started out-of-doors again I stop-
ped to close the refrigerator door. I called Achilles, but he did not come, so
I started across the yard to the brook that flows through the garden. And if
there wasn't Achilles — and he was very busy washing something. When I
saw what it was my heart went pit-a-pat — and then it beat lower — for Achilles
was engaged in washing that lovely steak Mother had placed in the refriger-
ator for supper, for Uncle was coming, and this his first evening since home
from Alaska, and this his favorite steak — and there was simply no way of get-
ting any more from town until to-morrow noon. But even though I felt the
shadows of the hour ahead, the next ten minutes were very exciting as Achil-
les soused that steak about. And the next ten minutes were exciting in a dif-
ferent way, for Mamma also saw Achilles doing a stunt with that which had
been only a few minutes previously a choice steak in the refrigerator. Mother
even had me go cut the switch I was to be whipped with. Then when Achilles
had been taken back to the woods and I had received the whipping the pathos
came in having to be sent to bed when Uncle was there. But my ! there was a
silver lining in the cloud after all, because when supper was over Uncle came
in and told me about a pet Raccoon he had when he was a boy — and thus
helped me to forget about not liking to be sent to bed. (Of course I deserved
the spanking for leaving the door open — which wouldn't have happened if I
hadn't have gotten the sandwich which I wasn't to — but it's hard for little
girls to wait as long as grown-ups, especially when you are out tramping in
the woods, and don't arrive home at dinner time when you are supposed to).
O — and Uncle told me that the last part of Raccoon's scientific name, Procyon
lotor, refers to Achilles' habit of washing meat. Uncle, when he was a little
boy, was also sent to bed for giving his pet Raccoon corn in milk.
FROM COL. CHI. ACAD. SCIENCES. COPYRISHT 190
580 CLARKE'S NUTCRACKER.
About }4. Life-siz'^'.
IN THE WOODS
"The woods were made for the hunters of dreams,
The brooks for the fishers of song;
To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game
The streams and the woods belong."
July — Saw eleven baby Mountain Quail to-day. Those we saw two weeks
ago were just dear little brown striped fluffy young balls — but these today
were well-feathered out.
So away! for the hunt in the fern-scented woods,
Till the going down of the sun;
There is plenty of game still left in the woods.
For the hunter who has no gun.
Fve just come back from the woods where I was talking with Maurine,
who is a dear Deer friend of mine. I first knew her when she was a fawn —
and now we thread our way through thickets and over old logs in the forest.
Sometimes Maurine stops when we come to a bit of an open place. And
there she rests for a moment and there rest I too. This is a snapshot I took
of her resting. I was there too — but being as I was taking the picture I
couldn't be in it, too. To-day I was telling Maurine about some of her rela-
tives — 'tis so nice to know whom one is related to. The ones I told her about
were: White-tailed Deer, whose scientific name is Odocoileus; Banner-
tailed Deer, whose scientific name is Odocoileus virginianus macrourus ;
Fan-tailed Deer, whose scientific name is Odocoileus texensis; Mule Deer
(so called because of their big ears), whose scientific name is Odocoileus
hemionus and who is also called Black-tailed deer; and Columbian Black-
tailed Deer, whose other name is Odocoileus columbianus. Deer fairies be-
long to the family Cervidae, to which also belong Elk, whose scientific
name is Cervus canadensis ; Moose, whose scientific name is Alces america-
nus; and Woodland Caribou, whose scientific name is Rangifer caribou.
And these are they, the near and distant relatives of my chum Maurine —
these are they whom I told her of this afternoon.
"The day is done, and slowly from the scene,
The stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts
And puts them back into his golden quiver."
There's a dear little Beastie in the woods — a black and white Beastie
— and this little Beastie and I, we are friends. First I knew him when he
was a baby. Then I fed him Beetle grubs — now he often comes in evening
time to the old tree-root where I also come with grubs of Beetles. Now
this little Beastie's scientific name is Mephitis — his common name is Skunk
— and his individual name is Julius Caesar Napoleon.
IN THE WOODS
There's many a wee Birdie to be seen in the woods when one sits very
still — and listens — and watches. There are: those dear little Winter Wrens,
whose other name is Olbiorchilus hiemalis; and the darling feather-balls,
Bush-tits, whose other names are Psaltriparus minimus ; and Chick-a-dee,
whose other name is Parus atricapillus ; and Nuthatch, who is just as likely
to be upside down as right side up, he whose scientific name is Sitta pygmaea,
and the many dainty Warblers of the family Mnioliltidae.
"Up rose the sonne, and up rose Emilie." — Chaucer.
I started to take salt to the pet Deer in the woods to-day — but I didn't
because I met Michael Angelo on the way. Big Dan, one of the timber-fallers,
calls Michael Angelo, ''Quill Pig." Now, Michael Angelo's scientific name is
Erethizon — and his common name is Porcupine. Now, Michael Angelo is very
fond of salt — that is why I did not reach the pet Deer with the salt. When I
saw Michael A. coming I climbed a tree. Now, although Michael A. goes lum-
bering over the ground, he is an adept at reaching a place in a tree that I flee
to when I am carrying salt. I crept out farther on the limb — Michael Angelo
did the same. The limb was too high for me to drop from to the ground — so
I just dropped half of the salt to the ground — and Michael Angelo scooted
down. Then I carefully prepared to take the other half to the Deer ; but when
I reached the ground Michael Angelo was solemnly waiting for the rest of
that salt. There was nothing left for me to do but to give it unto his lordship.
I just half-way believe Big Dan was right about Michael Angelo being
a "Quill Pig" — especially about salt. Why, if I do not give the salt over to
him at once he affectionately rubs up against me — and his quills are prickly.
"Gentleness succeeds better than violence." — La Fontaine.
— O, those exquisite fairies, the Coral Fungi, of the family Clavaria-
ceae. Some are yellow, some are violet, some are pink, and some are white.
And these were cuddled in among the mosses — those I saw today were
yellow ones. Yesterday I saw white ones. Dear little flowerless fairies are
September — Sometimes Jackenapes is a puzzle. You see, it is this way,
Jackenapes is a Squirrel — and he is here, there, yonder and most everywhere.
"Just a tawny glimmer, a flash of red and gray.
Was it a flitting shadow, or a sunbeam gone astray?
It glances up a tree trunk, and a pair of bright eyes glow
Where a little spy in ambush is measuring his foe.
I hear a mocking chuckle; then wrathful, he grows bold —
And stays his pressing business to scold and scold and scold."
COPVRIGHT 1S0C, BT A, W. MUMFORO, CHICAGO
BOY— A CHIPMUNK- AND SOME MORE CHIPMUNKS
CHIPMUNK O' THE WOODS
Sept. 28th — Pandora has not been on good behavior today. She is just
as full of mischief as it is possible for a Chipmunk to be. You would naturally
think that she would be clear tired out after such a strenuous day. Why —
she has been on a nature walk early this morning before any of the rest of
the family were up, then afterwards with me to feed the chickens, and to take
the cows to pasture. I rode Lily, the Jersey cow, and Pandora scampered
over her neck from top of head to shoulder blades and back again, and then,
all over again, until Lily just stood still and simply would not move a foot
forward until I had placed Pandora in my apron pocket and made her stay
there. (Down in my heart I had a streak of sympathy for her having to be
kept in the pocket, because it is somewhat like Mother having to put me
in the dark closet for climbing trees.) Then after we came home, while I was
helping Mother darn stockings, she made herself at home in Mother's work
basket and scattered the spools of thread everywhere fimmy, who knows
heaps about football, when he saw Pandora landing those balls of darning
cotton, said, "She sure does make a touchdown every time." Mother had to
send her from the room. And I went, too, taking the last pair of stockings
with me to the woods. (The stockings did not get darned, because Pandora
and I were so busy climbing trees and talking to the other Chipmunks.)
When we arrived home there was company for dinner and Mother had nut
salad. And what did Pandora do when we were out of the room, but climb
upon the table and sample three dishes of salad (She took big samples, too,
just like I wanted to long time ago before that birthday that made me four
years old — of course, I've wanted to since that, but having absorbed Mother's
training helps one to resist temptation.) Pandora simply does not absorb
her training. . . . I've been trying three months to train her up in the
way that she should go. But there she sat in the center of Auntie's partic-
ular friend's dish of salad — he does not care for dressing on his salad and
Pandora evidently has the same taste, for there was not much left of that
particular dish of salad. And I was 'most afraid that there would not be much
left of Pandora when auntie boxed her ears so, but she was soon on mischief
bent again, when she found the place in the pantry where the nuts were
cracked for something tomorrow. And when I tried to find Pandora of
course I found the nuts, too — and I was hungry, too — and now I'm here in
bed, where auntie says naughty girls should be who won't let alone nuts that
are on the pantry shelf for something tomorrow. . . . Daddy just brought
Pandora in — she has been playing around his chair and ran up to his shoul-
der and jumped down on the book he was reading (just like she does when I
am reading sometimes). And after all this long day, she is still bubbling over
with joy, and so am I, even when I get sent to bed when I am not sleepy,
for there are so many glad things to think about the fairies around about us.
IN THE WOODS
"The forest is my loyal friend ; like God, it useth me." — Emerson.
I've been talking with one of my Oak Tree chums today — Charlemagne,
whom I have loved since I was a little girl and with whom I have shared
many of my secrets. To-day I was talking to him about other Oaks of the
family Fagaceae — White Oak of the East, Quercus alba; White Oak of
California, Quercus lobata; Iron Oak, Quercus minor; White Oak of the
swamps, Quercus platanoides; Live Oak of California, Quercus agrifolia;
Spanish Oak of the swamps, Quercus palustris; Red Oak, Quercus rubra;
Black Oak, Quercus velutina; Water Oak, Quercus nigra; Laurel Oak,
Quercus laurifolia; and Willow Oak, Quercus Phellos. Afterwards I told
him of the Druids — and last of all of the poet writing:
"What gnarled stretch, what depth of shade, is his!
There needs no crown to mark the forest's king;
How his leaves outshine full summer's bliss!
Sun, storm, rain, dew, to him their tribute bring." — ^Lowell.
September 5th — On the stumps of trees in the woods to-day we saw
many Oyster Mushrooms, they of the family Agaricacea, they whose scien-
tific name is Pleurotus ostreatus.
October 12th — Saw a Mink in the woods today, and then as quickly it
was gone. I saw him running and quickly he disappeared among the fallen
A fondness for apples Maurine has, but her fondness for apples some-
times gets me into trouble. To-day she helped herself to five apples Mother
had placed on the table for the Deacon to take home with him. They were
beauties and she made a dainty meal of them — for which I received a spanking.
*'The ballad singers and the troubadours,
The street musicians of the heavenly city.
The birds, who make sweet music for us all
In our dark hours, as David did for Saul." — Longfellow.
Many Boletus fairies saw I in the woods today — these Mushroom fairies
belong to the family Boletaceae.
I've been feeding rose-berries to three dear little White-footed Mice in
November 29th — *'Oh, see those little snowballs Mother Nature's put
on little twigs," was what Marcia said when first we saw the Snow Berry
fairies in the woods today. Many flowers that were now are not ; but
Mother Nature has helped to make the woodland more beautiful these late
November days with Snow Berries — cousins of Elder, Twin Flower and
lU ) H E M I A \ W . \ X W I N C i .
( Anipelis trarruhis).
IN THE WOODS
December 9th — Nuthatches, who likes to watch them? "I, I, I!" so away
we hurried to the woods. And there we saw the Nuthatches, hunting upside-
down on the tree limbs. Other names they have — ^Tree Mouse, Devil Drum-
head ; and Sitta is their scientific name. Their cousins are Chick-a-dees,
Bushtits, Verdins and Titmice. We learned this verse about the Nuthatches:
"Shrewd little hunter of woods all gray^
Whom I meet on my walk of a winter day —
You're busy inspecting each cranny and hole
In the ragged bank of yon hickory bole;
You intent on your task, and I on the law
Of your wonderful head and gymnastic claw!
The woodpecker well may despair of this feat —
Only the fly with you can compete!
So much is clear, but I fain would know
How you can so reckless and fearless go,
Head upward, head downward, all one to you.
Zenith and nadir the same in your view." — Edith M*. Thomas.
"The Wandering Fairy" they call him, Bohemian Waxwing, he who
is noted for his grace and gentle ways. Of Cedar and Juniper berries he
is fond. They saw Bohemian Waxwing fairies dwell also in Europe and
Asia. We children know that we are very glad when they come into our
December 23rd — My dog and I are at outs today. You see it was this
way. I dug up his chicken bones that he buried yesterday and took them
to some Wood Folks for Christmas. Among those who shared them were
two little Wood Mice who took very dainty nibbles. It was Jesus who said
that what belonged to Caesar should be rendered unto him, and I guess
Mother interprets it that what belongs to Rover should be rendered unto
him, only she put it in different words — "Leave Rover's bones alone!" And
the meaning of it all was enforced more strongly upon my mind by means
of a hair brush out in the wood shed. Anyway Rover, he has lots more
bones — and the Wood Mice did so much like to nibble at the least ones.
Wood Mice are such darling fairies. Their scientific name is Peromyscus
December 29th — In the woods today I saw him — saw the Winter Wren
— little wren with tail in air — littlest of all the wrens, wilder than all others —
shy and quickly out of sight. Long I sat by the old stump, and still I
waited. Then I heard his song — and forgot almost everything else. And
you, when after waiting long, perhaps may hear the song — will understand.
"In every wooded valley the birds are breaking through,
As though the heart of all things no languor knew." — Bliss Carmen.
IN THE WOODS
January 4th — Many leaves that were green in the woods last summer
are now brown and gray ; but among those are not the leaves of Prince's
Pine, which are yet green — Chimaphila is its scientific name, which means
a lover of winter, and it is well named. When we found them in blossom
their little heads were often bowed and little Harold would say, "Hush,
the Prince's Pine fairies are praying."
"I know where wild things lurk and linger,
In groves as gray and grand as Time;
I know where God has written poems
Too strong for words or rhyme." — Thompson.
January 8th — 'Tis a wonderful day I have had with the Incense Cedar
trees. Pandora, the pet Chipmunk, went with me this morning to the
woods on the side of the hill. Then I went to Raphael, my chum among
the Incense Cedar Trees. He stands so great and tall ; and last year when
Uncle Henry saw him he said that he was several hundred years old —
and one of the finest he had ever seen, even among the wonderful ones in
the Southern Hemisphere. I climbed Raphael a hundred feet up, and then
nestled down on a limb to think things over. (When one is puzzled about
things 'tis a great help to have tree friends to go to and from their shelter-
ing arms look out upon God's big world and think things over.) It is
winter now ; but the Incense Cedar Trees are fringed with golden staminate
blossoms. The pistillate or mother flowers are pale green. Their cousins
are Sequoia, Spruce, Pine, Fir and Larch trees.
January 19th — In the woods today was someone I had never seen beforeii
There he was looking so solemn, sitting on the broken part of a tree. I climbed
another tree just over the way, and sat there solemn, too — watching him. I'm
sure he came from the north — from the far north. His clothes would make
one think so. I think that he is one of the Snowy Owls which Uncle told
me about when he came back from the far northland. I wanted to say,
"How-do-you-do, Snowy Owl," but most likely he would do just what I
didn't want him to. I just waited and the longer I waited the more solemn I
felt, with him looking so solemn. Pretty soon I began to get hungry (I re-
membered that Uncle said he ate meadow-mice, rats and sometimes musk-
rats — Snowy Owl, not Uncle). By and by I even forgot I was hungry. I felt
just like I was turning into a piece of wood, a piece of wood like the Fir tree
I was on. This was such a mysterious fairy, and him looking so solemn that
way made me feel he was a mystery and I was a mystery, and everything
around us was mysterious, but just then Father came through the woods
calling me — and when I tried to lean over to some way give him a signal
to keep quiet, I slipped and started head-first down that tree, and at once the
mysterious stranger went rapidly away in another direction.
IN THE WOODS
January 18th — Dear little fairies I watched in the woods today — fairies
who have come a long way. Never have I seen them in summer — only in the
winter; and rarely then. Last year at their coming we placed in the woods
here for them on a tree a lunch counter. They came not unto this on the
first day; but upon the third day we had the joy of seeing them eating the
Alder seeds. Other seeds they liked, too. We love this verse about Redpolls:
"In the birches^ on the grasses,
Stiffly rising through the snow crust,
On the slope of yonder sand-bank,
Where the snow has slipped and wasted,
Rest a flock of trustful strangers.
Lisping words of gentle greeting,
Rest and find the sun's rays warming,
Rest and find their food abundant.
Resting sing of weary journeys
From a Northland, cold and distant.
Rose-touched are their brows with tints like
Lights upon a winter's snow field.
Rosy are their caps as morning,
When the storm clouds gather eastward;
Happy are their hearts and voices,
Happy are the fields and forests,
When their merry notes come jingling,
Sleighbell like, from upper ether."
I've been exploring to-day — just looking about for the cradles of fai-
ries, the cradles that were homes in the Spring. I went again to the hollow
tree where the Screech Owl babies were hatched — and then to the tree where
the Pileated Woodpecker babies were raised. (I had to climb over thirty-
seven and a half feet up to this cradle in the first tree.) Then, too, I saw a
Woodrat cradle which I'm sure was still occupied. It was a heap of sticks
in the brush — and while I sat waiting I saw his lordship among the sticks.
Truly he looks like an enlarged edition of dear little Wood Mouse. On
my journey I came again to the home of the Chick-a-dees where a set of
triplets and two sets of twins were raised this last year. On a little farther
was the nest of a Wood Warbler. Too, I found the cradles of three Moths
— three cradles made by three beautiful green caterpillars who came from
eggs laid by Polyphemus Moths. I came past the log under which Mother
Grouse nested in May, and went on to the old Maple tree in which the Fly-
ing Squirrels were sleeping. I climbed up and put their nuts in the cubby-
hole. I meant to be very quiet; but out came Romeo, and Juliet poked her
nose up. I had not placed all of the nuts in their cubby hole so they ate the
ones that were left in my pocket. It was dark time, so I came home — and
there were mashed potatoes for supper.
IN THE WOODS
"Mosses and lichens, children of lowly birth,
Humblest creatures of the wood, to your peaceful brotherhood
Sweet the promise that was given, like the dew from heaven ;
Blessed are the meek, they shall inherit the earth,
Thus are the words fulfilled: over all the earth
Mosses find a home secure on the desolate mountain crest,
Avalanche-plowed and tempest-tilled, the sweet mosses rest;
On shadowy banks of streamlets pure, kissed by the cataract's spray,
For the bird's swift foot a small highway, for the many and one distressed.
Little sermons of peace."
Now is the time to seek for many Lichens and Mosses before the com-
ing of the flowering plants.
January 28th — Synthyris is blooming in the woods. Pearl and I call
them the Bluebells, which belong to January. We transplanted four plants
for Grandmother last week. Synthyris belongs to the Figwort family; but
blooms some time before its cousins — Mullein, Monkey Flower, Foxglove
and Indian Paint Brush.
February 5th — In the mountains with my Fir Friends — many are they,
many and dear — Silver Fir, Lovely Fir, Balsam Fir, White Fir, Noble Fir
and Shasta Fir. Green in summer, green in winter, clothed in glory the
whole year round. Some say that Fir trees are somber; but surely they
have not known the joy of their companionship that comes when one walks
among them and the peace and the goodness of God's great world enters
into one's heart. Today soft shadows lay upon them, and towards evening
they were tinged with blue and purple. Many and different are these for-
est pictures, which the Master Artist, with various shades and changing
shadows is ever giving; and though we wander far, the memories of these
lead us back to find there again peace and strength within the forest. The
message of the Firs is this — that we take the joy and strength we find
among them to our fellowmen, sharing the Forest's blessing with them.
There are thoughts that come from the soul of the pine,
And thoughts in a flower bell curled:
And the thoughts that are blown with the scent of the fern
Are as new and as old as the world.
February 7th — They are blooming in a swamp in the woods. We
smelled them afar ofif before we came near unto them — those Skunk Cab-
bages, cousins of the queenly Calla Lily. When we reached the flowers
small Gnats and Flies were there before us ; seemingly attracted by the un-
pleasant odor of the plant. Skunk Cabbages serve these little Flies by sup-
plying food unto them and are in turn served by the little flies as they aid
in fertilization by carrying pollen from one plant to another.
IN THE WOODS
"West Wind, O thou.
Who chariotest to their dark, wintry bed
T>ie winged seeds, where they lie, cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azuro sister of the spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth." — Shelley.
"Sure, afther all the winther,
An' afther all the snow,
'Tis fine to see the sunshine,
'Tis fine to feel its glow;
*Tis fine to see the buds break
On boughs that bare have been —
But best of all to Irish eyes,
'Tis grand to see the green." — McCarthy.
"Innumerable as the stars of night.
Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower." — Milton.
Little Grandmother has been telling me about Miskodeed who dwells
in the land beyond the hills. And she took from an old chest a letter that was
half as old as the chest — and in that letter were the fragments of Miskodeeds
sent her by dear Grandfather when she was in her teens — and that was sev-
enty years ago. Then they loved these flowers of springtime — and now they
tell me about them. Sometimes we sit in the twilight hour together, Grand-
father, Grandmother and I — and talk of God's flowers — and his cathedral
singers Too, we have dear little Spring Beauty's here in our Oregon and
I have transplanted them to a corner of Little Grandmother's garden where
one by one they bloom —
"Each affluent petal oustretched and uncurled
To the glory and goodness and shine of the world."
"Where the fire had smoked and smouldered,
Saw the earliest flower of springtime,
Saw the beauty of the springtime.
Saw the Miskodeed in blossom."
Our Wild Flower Garden in which dwell the members of the Orchid
family is in the forest. To this place we have transplanted flowers from
our own Oregon woods and flowers from the land beyond the hills. They
of the Orchid family who dwell in this garden are: Ladies' Slippers (pink
and yellow ones), Ladies' Tresses, Rattlesnake Plantains, Coral Roots, Ca-
lypso and Twayblades.
"Now Spring has clad the grove in green,
And strewed the lea wi' flowers." — Robert Burns.
DO YOU KNOW?
Do you know — four ways in which a Moth fairy differs from a Butterfly
fairy? — How a Toad takes a drink? — Ten cousins of Daisy fairies? — How
many pairs of legs a full-grown insect has? — What Mother and Father Robin
give Baby Robins for breakfast, dinner, and supper? — What the four
stages in a Butterfly's life are? Who two of Bluebird's cousins are? Who
seven of Blackberry's cousins are? What kind of a cradle Mother Oriole
builds for Baby Orioles? Where Mother Nighthawk lays her eggs? How
Crossbill's bill being crossed is of an advantage to him? Why Nighthawks
have such large mouths? What Toad and Frog do with their skins when
they change them? Who three of the earliest Spring flowers near your home
are? What Hummingbird fairies eat beside honey from the flowers? Where
Mother Monarch Butterfly lays her eggs? Where Dragon Flies dwell before
they grow up and have wings? Who are the Ants' Cows? Ten blue flowers?
Five cousins of Sweet Pea? The legend of the Forget-me-not? What a Baby
Caterpillar, who is going to be a Monarch Butterfly when he becomes grown
up, first eats when he comes out of the egg shell? Who Leaf-miners are?
What makes pop-balls? What color of flowers Hummingbird seems to like
best? What two flowerless plants dwelling together form Lichen fairies?
How a Spider differs from an insect? Thirty Wayside Fairies? Six dif-
ferent things a Toad feeds upon? What Muskrats like to eat? What time
of the year Goldfinches nest? Where Cowbirds lay their eggs? What time
of day the caterpillars of Silver Spot Butterflies feed? And what they feed
upon? What time is Daytime for Flying Squirrels? Four fairies who tell
us their names in their call notes? What the Swallows build their nests of?
What time of year the Screech Owls nest? Six cousins of Buttercup? Five
red flowers? Ten birds that are found about water? Three birds who will
build in Bird Houses? Where Mother Chinook Salmon goes to lay her eggs?
Where Mother Eel goes to lay her eggs? Six members of the Mint family?
Four Birds who nest in the field? Eight birds who nest in the woods? Why
Sulphur Butterflies hover about clover? What the Greek poet of long ago
wrote about the Grasshopper? Robert Browning's verse about the Violet
fairies? How Lupine fairies go to sleep? How Baby Milkweed seeds
travel? About the cradle Father Stickleback Fish makes for the eggs in
which are the Baby Sticklebacks to be? Two beautiful stories of the Water
Lily's cousin, Lotus? Who calls **0-k-lee"? What Water Strider's scientific
name is? Five Duck fairies? What pest Dragon Flies feed upon in the
water and after they leave the water? What makes **frog spit"? What Mink
feeds upon? Why Indian Pipe has no coloring matter? What takes place
before the pink blossoms of Hound's Tongue turn blue? Five Evergreen
trees? Four Bird fairies who come from the far North to stay during the
whole of or a part of the winter? Who is the Bird fairy of Happiness? Who
DO YOU KNOW?
is the Bird fairy of Cheer? Fifteen yellow fairies? Six bird fairies who
wear the Joyous Blue? Six different kinds of flowerless plants? Whether
Fern babies are Spore babies or Seed babies? What hatches from a Butter-
fly's egg? What hatches from a Spider's egg? What family Bob-oMink be-
longs to? How Toad eggs differ from Frog eggs? What three of Mother Na-
ture's instrumental musicians are? What fairy with a yellow throat wears a
mask? Who mocks somebody else's song? Where to find Snail eggs? Fifteen
plants who dwell near the water? What family Indian Pipe belongs to? Who
are the Flowers of the Wind? How Mother Bat cares for Baby Bats? Who is
the fairy Eurymedon? Who the Northern Twin-flowers were named for?
What do Water Snakes feed upon? If Beetles are insects? If Water
Snakes hatch from eggs? Fifteen Tree fairies who shed their leaves? What
Tree Ifairies dwell near water? How Cat-tail fairy babies travel? What Tree
fairies have nuts? What Tree fairies have berries? Who are the Tree fairies
who cradle their babies in nuts? What Tree fairies have pods? What Tree
fairies have cones? What Birds eat grasshoppers? Who the Bird fairies are
that nest upon the ground? What a Butterfly cradle is called? What kind
of a home a Muskrat has? Where Baby Billy Owls are cradled? Who the
drummer is who drums with his bill? Why the Whip-poor-will has scarcely
no beak at all? Why the Heron's legs are long? What the call notes are of
Cat-bird, Towhee, Chick-a-dee, Bob White, Wood Pewee and Bob-o'-link?
Why the eggs of Woodpeckers and Owls are white instead of being speckled
and splotched as are the eggs of many other birds? What is the difference
in shape between the hind wings of Swallowtail and other Butterflies? Why
the English Sparrow is not a desirable fairy? What fairy makes a cradle of
the petals of the Everlasting flower? What fairy is fond of nettle for break-
fast, dinner and supper? What the fuzzy black and brown Woolly Bear
Caterpillar becomes when he grows up? Why the mates of bright colored
birds are nearly always plain colored? How the clothing of Baby Birds in
nests in trees differ from that of Baby Birds hatched on the ground?
Twenty-nine fairy babies who have coats of feathers? What musician drums
with his wings? Five flower fairies who dwell deep within the woods? Who
the fairies are who build dams? How Kingfisher's way of catching fish dif-
fers from that of Osprey? Why Hummingbird, Swift and Swallow fairies
have tiny legs and feet instead of long legs and strong feet, like Great Blue
Heron, Egret and Black-Necked Stilt? Of other fairies having legs and
feet straightly developed or frail, according with their methods of getting
food? What Sunshine Fairy likes the seeds of Sunflower? Who five cousins
of Olive Tree are who dwell near water? Who the first paper-makers were?
Ten members of the Fringilidae family? Where a Snail's eyes are? Where
Alfalfa came from? A fairy who builds an apartment house?
NURSERY AND HOSPITAL NOTES
There are in the hospital this week nine Tadpoles who lost their tails
last week. Some of my Water Beetles and larvae who are to be (that is,
when they grow up), Dragon Flies and Caddis Flies nipped the tails off
of some of my Tadpoles who are to be (when they grow up) Frogs. Now,
these same Tadpoles are in the hospital growing new tails.
Today the Aster room is all abloom with fairy wings — 'tis all a-
brown with Pearl-Crecent Butterflies, for many of those mottled,
grayish-white fairy cradles have given up their treasures. And, O, I
am so happy, for I've watched over them so carefully since the time when
from those small light greenish-yellow eggs, the tiny babies came, who some
day were to be — and that day having now come, are Pearl-Crescent Butter-
flies. They were such wiggling bits of humanity when first they came out of
those eggs. Their appetites were so enormous that many trips it took to
gather fresh Aster leaves for them — and so I decided that when the time
came 'round again for another generation of Silver Crescents that I would
have an Aster room, and so I have — just a bit of God's garden wild, with
more Asters planted in it and screened in with screens earned by picking wild
Blackberries. Each Pearl-Crescent seems all a-joy — and there is no gloom
in our Aster room, for we are all as happy as can be. And I've just been tell-
ing the Pearl Crescent fairies about their butterfly cousins, Ismeria, Vesta,
Chaon, Orseis, Comillus and the Meadow Crescent-spot."
August 12th — A wonderful thing happened in our hospital to-day. Last
week I found a large Garter Snake with her tail partly smashed, so I brought
her to our hospital and placed her in a screened-in ward all to herself, and
she has been feasting on earthworms. Now this is the wonderful thing that
has happened — when we went out to the hospital this afternoon we tound
lots of baby Garter Snakes with that Snake. There are twenty-nine baby
Garter Snakes. My — we are just having the most exciting time naming
them. Bobbie brought the Bible out — and already we have named four
after four of Jacob's twelve sons. (We did not think it best to use all twelve
of his sons' names for we have four more Lizards, two Grasshoppers and
five Toads to name besides all these newly arrived baby Snakes.) Then
James brought the Ancient History — and we named two after Babylonian
kings, four after Egyptian kings, and two after Syrian kings. Yesterday
I forgot and left Caesar's Gallic Wars up a tree where I was studying it,
and Jane went for that and seven were named from people in Caesar's Gallic
Wars. I'm sure that before nightfall comes we shall have them all named.
NURSERY AND HOSPITAL NOTES
June — And now are here busy days — that is in the nursery. You see,
it's this way — I want to write for other Girls and Boys when I grow up
how the fairies live. So I watch them in the fields and woods — and then
I raise them from eggs that I may better know their life stories. And the
reason that these days are especially busy ones at the nursery is because
many eggs are hatching.
Day before yesterday three Turtle eggs hatched — for a whole week
Butterfly and Moth eggs have been hatching — yesterday two Lizard eggs
hatched, and to-day three Snake eggs (some Snakes hatch from eggs, but
some are born alive, as Garter Snakes.) Also, Slug eggs are hatching, and
Beetle ones, too. Several days ago Frog and Toad and Salamander eggs
were hatching. And now Spiders are hatching, and Sowbugs, too. Do you
wonder that these are such busy days at the nursery when so many little
folk are coming into the world?
If things on hand grow up as we expect them to (the things on hand afore-
mentioned being Tadpoles who have recently come out of Toad eggs), we
shall have a goodly number of Toad fairies later in the year. There are at
present in the nursery three hundred seventy-one Tadpoles who came out of
Toad eggs. (We won't name them until they grow up — but we have been pick-
ing out names in preparation for the time when they will become grown-up.)
I love Toads — from long association with them. You see, from the time I was
five years old I've been raising them from the eggs to grown-up Toadhood.
And day by day I've grown to like them more and and to see how truly beau-
tiful they are. I have had some dear Toad chums — who followed me hopping
out in the garden — and on long nature walks traveled in my pocket. Every
day I feel so happy, and no matter how hard things seem, the world is so full
of wonderful, beautiful things, and no matter how much I get spanked for it, I
do still love Toads — and I'm sure God understands my loving them.
"Still as my horizon grew.
Larger grew my riches, too."
Another tradegy happened in the hospital to-day. My pet Raccoon,
who was caught in a trap last week, I brought to the hospital to bandage
again his paw. He seemed to appreciate the soothing effect of mentholatum
— and because of his being very quiet I went on to attend to two pet Squir-
rels who were hurt last week. While my back was turned, Sir Raccoon, on
exploration bent, soon found the tub wherein was Sucker, who was nicely
recovering from being caught on a hook last week. Before I could reach
him he was eating for supper this Sucker. O, Life is truly full of puzzling
LILORIOLE IN SEARCH OF THE
HOMES OF FAIRYLAND
Once upon a time there was a little girl — a little girl who very, very
much wanted to know about things — especially how other folks, the folk
of the fields and woods, lived; where they built their homes; what their
homes were made of; what they fed their children. The more she thought
about it, the more sure she felt that other boys and girls were wanting to
know these things also. Now, this little girl's name was Liloriole — and
there came a day, 'twas the hour between sunset and darkness, the hour all
children love, when Twilight, the child of Day and Night, came and led
Liloriole forth in search of the homes of Fairyland. Four years she wan-
dered over the world under the tender care of Twilight. One night she
spent with Mother Bluebird, another night with Mother Meadowlark, other
nights with other mothers — who were loving and tender to this child in
search of the homes of Fairyland that other Girls and other Boys might
know how other folks around them lived. In our story Liloriole becomes
a tiny girl, not quite two inches tall, and so cuddles under the wings of
manv a fond mother bird. Herein are recorded her visits to more than fifty
five homes — many more she visited, and these are recorded in another book.
These are here recorded that you may know more of the home life of the
dear folk about you — that you may seek for their homes and learn
of how they live. The places where she found these homes, the materials
they were made of, the babies within them, the food that was fed unto these
babies, are all written as I have seen them hour by hour with my own eyes.
Well I knew Liloriole and well she knew me. We have been chums since
'Twas in March the Cross-bills nested. In a Spruce tree was the cradle
placed. Of Spruce twigs and tiny shreds of bark it consisted — and the
lining was of horse-hair and fine rootlets. Unto this home Liloriole came
when within the cradle were eggs three — pale greenish in color with spots,
dots and splotches of shades of brown and purplish gray. Four nights she
cuddled under Mother Cross-bill's wings, for this was in the month of
March — and not many birds were building homes. While with Mother
Cross-bill she learned that Song Sparrows, Goldfinches and Indigo Bunt-
ings were her cousins. She named the baby Cross-bills to be — Lorene Loxia,
Lawrence Loxia and Loralee Loxia, for their scientific name, 'twas Loxia
AMERICAN RED CROSSBILL.
(Loxia curvirostra minor.)
Then away to the Southland she journeyed all night, all day and all
night, and came unto the home of Audubon's Caracara. In an oak tree was
the nest, and it was made of sticks and grass and weeds. In it were two
e^^s like this one. Liloriole named the little birds to be Peter and
Polly Polyborus, for their scientific name it was Polyborus cheriway.
Cousins of Falcons, Eagles and Hawks are these Audubon Caracaras. That
evening Liloriole started on her Northward journey with Twilight, the
child of Day and Night.
During the last week of March Mr. and Mrs. Screech Owl set up house-
keeping in the hollow part of an old apple tree. And Liloriole came to call
upon them one evening in the latter part of the first week of April. In the
hollow of the tree were five eggs like unto this one. Mr. Screech Owl, whose
scientific name is Mag^ascops asio, took Liloriole with him that night (night
time is day time in Owl-land) as he went a seeking for food. Liloriole felt
little thrills go from her head to her toes as they glided swiftly over the field
and about. She had always wanted to ride in an aeroplane, and this she
thought even more wonderful. He caught a mouse, and another mouse;
and then took Liloriole back to Mrs. Screech Owl, who told her that their
food consisted of many mice, who if not kept in check, would destroy much
wheat and other grain foods. "O," said Liloriole, "then you are helping the
Allies, because by your keeping the mice from eating so much wheat and by
we boys and girls using less, we can send more to the little Belgian and
French children." And just then Mr. Screech Owl appeared in the doorway
"Mousing time again, my dears." Nearly all night long is "mousing time"
with Screech Owl. Liloriole hurried away next day to tell you that you
might tell other boys and girls why Screech Owls must be protected.
"We are two dusky owls, and we live in a tree;
Look at her, — look at me!
Look at her, — she's my mate, and the mother of three
Pretty owlets, and we
Have a warm cozy nest, just as snug as can be.
We are both very wise ; for our heads, as you see,
(Look at her — look at me!)
Are as large as the heads of four birds ought to be ;
And our horns, you'll agree.
Make us look wiser still, sitting here on the tree.
And we care not how gloomy the night-time may be ;
We can see, — we can see
Through the forest to roam, it suits her, it suits me;
And we're free, — ^we are free
To bring back what we find, to our nest in the tree."
After an all-night's journey Liloriole arrived with Twilight at the home
of Mother Loon. 'Twas at the edge of a Northern pond. As they paused
they heard a strange cry; but Liloriole soon learned 'twas the call of the
Loon. When she saw Loon alight and move along at the edge of the pond
she remembered what her uncle had told her — 'twas a legend that when
Mother Nature made the first Loon she forgot to put legs on him, and he
started off before she noticed her mistake. Then she picked up the pair of
legs nearest to her and threw them after him. They landed too near unto his
tail — and they were also the wrong pair of legs. So Loon fairies stand up —
but apparently that pair of legs were not suitable for graceful walking legs.
And Liloriole, watching Loon, saw the reason for the legend. Two wonder-
ful days she had with a Mother Loon, and a baby Loon, whom she named
Gavoralee Gavia — for his scientific name was Gavia.
In an Apple tree was a cradle — no, its builder was not Robin. This
cradle in this Apple tree was made of weed-stems, wool and twine. Its lin-
ing was of bits of horse hair, rootlets and grass. The contents of the cradle
were four — yes, they had hatched, and Liloriole named those four Baby
Kingbirds, Timmie, Tommie, Tillie and Tiny Tyrannus. (Their scientific
name is Tyrannus tyrannus.) For supper, grasshopper and gadfly hash was
served. Mother Kingbird cuddled Liloriole close to her that night.
"The apple tree becomes a palace,
When the Queen-bird builds her throne,
And a doughty soldier the King-bird,
As he stoutly guards his own." — Gene Stratton Porter.
She is here, she is here, the Swallow!
Fair seasons bringing, fair years to follow! — Greek Swallow Songs.
Under the eave of Somebody's barn Somebody made a cradle of mud
— made a cradle of pellets of mud and lined it with feathers. The makers
of this cradle and others like unto it and near unto it were the Barn Swal-
lows, they who skim low over the field, they who wheel about our barns,
they who are noted for the exquisite grace of their flight — they whose sci-
entific name is Hirundo erythrogastra. To this home came Liloriole. To
the four Baby Barn Swallows who were to come out of the four white eggs
with speckles of brown and lavender upon them she gave these names —
Homer Hirundo, Horace Hirundo, Hortense Hirundo and Hallie Hirundo.
Climbing far out on a vine that leaned out over the water, Liloriole
caught a glimpse of Stickleback's fairy home among the w^ater plants.
Now^ Stickleback fairy is a fish, and the wonderfulness about Father Stickle-
back is that he builds a home, a cradle for the eggs that Mother Stickleback
fish lays — the eggs from which will come baby Sticklebacks. Now the
thing that Liloriole longed most of all to do when she saw the Stickleback
home was to get closer to it. So she dropped lightly onto a water leaf
below, and then, taking a full breath, she slid down the stem almost to
Stickleback's home. But she needed another breath of air, so up she
popped. Down she slid again and came so near to the home, then up she
popped again to get another breath of air. Then down she slid again, and
such a big breath of air she had taken that the third time she reached the
home. It was made of many green Algae. Liloriole thought it a wonderful
palace and a beautiful cradle. To the reeds it was fastened. And in it were
— Liloriole thought they were pearls, those beautiful little eggs. And faith-
fully Father Stickleback guarded his cradle from all intruders — and she
learned that so he guards it until the Baby Sticklebacks hatch and go away.
Liloriole saw a clay bank near by — the most interesting thing about
that clay bank, to Liloriole, was that there was a hole in it. She wondered
whose home it was, and where it led to. She felt sure that it was some-
one's home. She tripped straight over to the above-mentioned clay bank,
and tiptoed up to that hole, which proved to be the entrance to a tunnel, the
doorway to someone's home. Carefully and quietly she went along the dark
tunnel. Seven feet she had gone when somebody came rushing in and
passed her. Her heart was all a-flutter — surely this was the owner of the
place — and would she be welcome? Then she heard a voice, a cracky voice,
calling her name softly. She hurried on the end of the tunnel and there
met face to face the one who had rushed by her, the one whose home this
was. It was Mother Kingfisher who called her, for the Wind fairies had
just told her that Liloriole was at her home. At the end of the tunnel were
six e^^gs — six white eggs. Kingfisher's scientific name is Ceryle alcyon.
Liloriole tarried but a few minutes with Mother Kingfisher, as she wanted
to come again when Baby Kingfishers were out of the eggs — and even as
she hurried away she began to think of the names she would give unto them.
At 5 :00 P. M. she came unto the home of Blue Jay fifteen feet up in the
tree. Of twigs, roots, rags and weeds it was made — and looked a bit rag-
gedy. In it were five eggs like unto this one. Twelve days later Liloriole re-
turned to find four babies who had just opened their eyes, bemg then nine
days old. For breakfast that morning they had Grasshopper mush.
Liloriole sat upon a clod of earth — a tiny clod in a garden. It was just
after a shower. She sat watching Earth-worms. Along came a Robin and
took an Earth-worm — took it away to his babies. Then he came for an-
other, and this time he took a worm in his mouth and Liloriole upon his
back. Across the garden, then four trees distant — and Liloriole climbed
from his back onto the edge of Robin Cradle in Apple Tree. Of mud, stems,
twigs and grasses 'twas made. In it were three babies, who three days
before had come from three greenish blue eggs. Liloriole named the three
babies — Muriel Merula, Merlin Merula and Marian Merula — for their sci-
entific name, 'twas Merula migratoria propinqua. For dinner, which began
two hours before Liloriole arrived, and which still continued, they were
being served earth-worm rolls, with blackberries for dessert. Liloriole
learned that the cousins of Robins are Bluebirds and Hermit Thrushes.
One day when Liloriole sat meditating on an Oak tree — on the tiniest
leaf of all on the big Oak tree — Father Bluebird came by on his way home.
And Aurelius Evangel, the little Wind Fairy, having told him of Liloriole's
search for the homes of Fairyland he stopped at the Oak tree, where Lilori-
ole climbed upon his back. Away to the South they flew, three hundred
trees distant, across a field, and near unto a little bungalow where lived
Love, a tiny rosebud baby, and his happy young father and mother. Because
they loved one another so very much, and were so happy in their little home,
they wanted to have the Bluebirds of happiness near, so built a little home
for them and set it on a pole. Father and Mother Bluebird liked the loca-
tion, so there they located. 'Twas to this nursery Liloriole came. Mother
Bluebird cuddled her and told her about her own dear babies six who had
recently come out of six pale-blue eggs. For supper they had caterpillar
dumplings. Then Liloriole went to sleep cuddled close to Mother Blue-
bird's breast. Next morning it so happened that when she woke up she
was hungry. She and all Baby Bluebirds were given caterpillar mush for
breakfast. For dinner, which began a few minutes after breakfast ended,
they were served caterpillar, weevil and ant hash. The lovely Bluebird
fairies are cousins of Hermit Thrush and our dear Robin. Liloriole told
this verse about the Bluebirds to each of the six baby birds :
"Winged lute that we call a bluebird,
You blend in a silver strain
The sound of the laughing water,
The patter of Spring's sweet rain.
The voice of the winds, the sunshine
And fragrance of blossoming things;
You are an April poem
That God has dowered with wings."
There was a night — 'twas a wonderful night — that night Liloriole spent
with the Flying Squirrels. Their home it was in a tree — in a tree in the
woods. The year before this year that home had been occupied by a
pair of Woodpeckers. Now it was the palace, the home, the nursery of
dreamy-eyed woodfolk. When Liloriole arrived at the nursery that after-
noon everyone was asleep. As Mother Flying Squirrel afterwards told
her, "Daytime is Sleepytime with we folk." For breakfast that evening they
One evening Twilight and Liloriole met a Mother Bat — the dear fairy with
silky fur and wonderful wings like rubber tissue. They saw Mother Bat catch
a mosquito and a gnat. Liloriole wondered if Mother Bat fed Baby Bats upon
an insect diet. Twilight, perceiving her pondering, led her away and away to
a long and strong shrub — and there set her down on the tip of a twig. Now, a
wee bit farther down on this same twig were two quaint babies — miniatures
of Mother Bat. They were Mother Bat's twins, who were born in July.
Mother Bat came along presently and they rode away clinging to her neck.
With them clung Liloriole. A little way they went unto a hollow tree. Lilo-
riole learned that Baby Bats were not fed upon an insect diet, but nursed from
their mothers' breasts. She rode about that night with Mother Bat, clinging
to her neck as Baby Bats do — and a happy night was the night she spent with
Mother Bat and her Twin Battikins, Millard Myotis and Millie Myotis (their
scientific name is Myotis lucifugus).
"There twilight paused in rosy dreaming,
And o'er the riot of t^e rills.
When starlight on the world was streaming.
Rose the love-song of whip-poor-wills."
On a night in Springtime Lilioriole heard a plaintive voice calling,
"Whip-poor-will." 'Twas in June-time that she came unto the home of the
mate of Whip-poor-will. There was no palace, but the eggs were laid on the
ground among dry leaves. These eggs were two in number, in color white with
spots, blotches, and lines of brown and purple. Liloriole learned that Whip-
poor-wills need not much of a beak as other birds, so they have little beak.
They need large mouths for catching night-flying insects, so their mouths are
large. Learning that their scientific name was Antrostomus vociferus, she
named the two baby Nighthawks to be — Antony Antrostomus and Antoinette
"Where deep and misty shadows float,
In forest depths is heard thy note;
Like a lost spirit, earth-bound still,
Art thou, mysterious Whip-poor-will."
It had been the home of a Woodpecker — but now it belonged to someone
else — to a little somebody with tender eyes and soft silky fur. 'Twas unto
this old Woodpecker nursery that Liloriole came — and found there Mother
Wood Mouse, with her baby Mouselets four. With grass that cradle in the
tree was lined. In several ways Liloriole thought Mother Wood Mouse much
like Flying Squirrel. Philip Peromyscus, Puella Peromyscus, Paula Pero-
myscus, Pearl Peromyscus — so she named the four Baby Mice, for their sci-
entific name was Peromyscus leucopus.
In the Spring the Milkweeds were blooming, and in the summer, too.
There came a day when the Milkweed babies in their cradles lay; and Lilori-
ole on this day came that way. That night she dreamed downy, silky dreams
cradled with the Baby Milkweeds. Next morning she climbed over the edge
of the cradle, and a little way distant she saw another wonderful cradle fast-
ened to the old fence near which this Milkweed grew. Now this other cradle
was green with gold dots upon it — and within was a Monarch Butterfly to be.
'Twas only a short time since he had been a caterpillar feeding upon leaves
like the ones on this Milkweed plant. While Liloriole sat there wondering at
the wonderfulness of this Butterfly cradle a baby Milkweed seed called unto
her — and with this Baby Milkweed seed she sailed away, and away, and away.
So she went a-ballooning in the balloon like other silky balloons which Moth-
er Nature provides for the sailing away of these Baby Milkweed seeds.
In a burrow made by a Ground Squirrel she found the Billy Owls at
home. That is, their home was in the burrow, and they were sitting outside
sunning themselves. Within the burrow were seven glossy white eggs,
and Liloriole thought it would be delightful to return when the young Owls
had come out of these. Speotyto cunicularia hypogaea is their scientific
name. Liloriole, repeating it over several times, that she might tell it unto
you, became tongue-tired and nestled close to Mother Burrowing Owl.
One night she spent in the Magpie home in the Hawthorne tree. The
home — it was made of mud and lined with rootlets, hair and grass. Around
it were many sticks. In it were six young Magpies. The day's menu con-
sisted of crickets, grasshoppers, berries, grubs and mice. Being with Mag-
pies made Liloriole think of the little boy who lived next to her home because
he had a Magpie who talked and talked. She learned that Crow, Nutcracker,
Raven and Blue Jay are cousins of Magpie, whose scientific name is Pica pica
On the thirtieth day of May she came unto the home of Brown Thrasher
in the field upon the ground. It was builded of twigs, tendrils of vines and
leaves and its lining was of rootlets. In it were four young bird children —
John and Jimmie, and Nellie and Timmie — who not yet but soon were to be
a quartette. (See their portrait in Music and Musicians of the Out-of-Doors.)
Their voices were as yet undeveloped, as they had only a few days before
come out of four eggs, like unto this one. For supper, which continued for
three hours, being served at intervals, they had grasshoppers, caterpillars and
spiders — for breakfast the same, with a wee bit of fruit.
In a pasture near the fence was the burrow of Woodchuck. Liloriole
called, but no one answered. She went on a little way and saw a Wood-
chuck upon a stump sunning himself. That burrow was not his home — but
it was the home of a Woodchuck, who was not just then at home. How-
ever, this Woodchuck told Liloriole several things of interest about her
own family, and Liloriole went with her to her burrow. Her nest was lined
with soft grass. And best of all were the three baby Woodchucks — then
three weeks old. When evening came Liloriole journeyed forth with
Mother Woodchuck to the garden, where she ate cabbage (the inside of
the heads) and beans. Back again they went into the burrow, where Liloriole
cuddled down among the babies — whose scientific name is Actomys monax.
On the face of the clifif, plastered there by their makers, were the homes
of Cliff Swallows. Of mud pellets these cradles were made, and in them
were eggs and Baby Swallows just out of eggs — white ones spotted with
brown and lilac. In one cradle, where Liloriole tarried for a moment, were
five eggs, in another cradle three eggs. And three young Swallows were
in the cradle in which she spent the night. For breakfast they had ants and
other insects. Then Liloriole named the three Baby Swallows: Peter Petro-
chelidon. Pepper Petrochelidon, and Pippa Petrochelidon — for their scien-
tific name was Petrochelidon lunifrons.
Many little folk were hurrying to and fro from under a piece of bark.
They were busy, busy folk. "And is this Ant Home?" inquired Liloriole
politely from an Ant passing by. "Yes," came the answer — and she entered
in. "O, how shall I ever tell the Boys and Girls about this — I know," and
she clapped her hands, "Fll tell them to watch and see for themselves." So
Liloriole wants you to sit quietly, not for just a few moments, but for many
minutes, and watch beside an Ant Home. See them going to and fro, see
them bringing in food. Watch their ways and then write and tell her what
you see. (You may send the letters to her in care of the author.)
"The Catbird sings a crooked song, in minors that are flat,
And when he can't control his voice, he mews just like a cat,
Then nods his head and whisks his tail and lets it go at that." — Dovi«.
In a rose bush was a cradle — a cradle made of sticks and fine roots,
leaves and grass. In this cradle were four greenish-blue eggs. "Whose
home — now I wonder," remarked Liloriole. She thought she heard a kitten
nearby. Then she knew that a Mother Wren was near, and close by another
bird cousin dear. But just then she knew it was none of these. 'Twas the
Catbird — and this the Catbird cradle. As evening came on she nestled under
Mother Catbird's wing, and next morning heard Father Catbird sing.
"He sits on a branch of yon blossoming bush,
This madcap cousin of robin and thrush,
And sings without ceasing the whole morning long;
Now wild, now tender, the wayward song
That flows from his soft, gray, fluttering throat.
But often he stops in his sweetest note.
And, shaking a flower from the blossoming bough,
Drawls out, 'Mi-eu, mi-ow!" — E. Thomas.
One evening Twilight took Liloriole to an old barn — there were many cob-
webs on the rafters. In this place were five young fairies. Here they had
hatched from five white eggs. And these five fairies wore baby clothes of
down — and their faces were monkey-like. Breakfast time came soon after Lil-
oriole came, and observing what these Baby Fairies were fed upon, she con-
cluded that their parents were, and these babies would be when they grew up,
economic allies of the farmer. That breakfast which Mother and Father Barn
Owl were serving unto the Owlets five consisted of mice and gophers. Lilori-
ole was not hungry, so she watched the comings and goings of Mother and
Father Barn Owl. The scientific name of these dignified fairy folk is Strix
pratincola. With them Liloriole lingered all night and slept with the Baby
Barn Owls next day.
Liloriole learned on her journey in search of the homes of Fairyland that
other fairies beside Barn Swallow and her cousins make their cradles of mud.
For upon a certain day she came upon a dainty cradle on a board — a cradle
about an inch long. What she first thought one cradle she found to be five
dainty cradles close together. And in each sealed-up cradle was a Baby Mud
Wasp to be. While she sat on the heap of cradles the mud from one end of
one cradle fell away and out came a Mud Wasp. Unto Liloriole she told her
life storv — of how her Mother had made the cradle of mud, and placed within
the egg in which was the Baby Wasp to be — and of her placing therein stun-
ned spiders for the hungry larva to feed upon after hatching — then of how she
changed into a pupa — and at last came out a grown-up Mud Wasp..
There it was in the tree — looking like a knot upon the limb. Of plant
fibers it was made and covered with lichens. In it were two tiny white
eggs. Liloriole's heart went pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, for she knew she had
come unto the home of Hummingbird, whom Aurelius Evangel, the Wind
Fairy, said was the most exquisite cradle in all Birdland. Mother Hummer
returned in a few moments ; and Liloriole sitting on the edge of the nest
had a happy time talking with her. She learned that Hummingbirds not
only like honey but plant lice and small spiders as well. As the close of
day drew near she went away with Twilight, Child of Day and Night, to
another home; but before going she promised Mother Hummer to return
again when Baby Hummers were out of the eggs.
And the home she was journeying unto Liloriole knew not until Twi-
light gave three taps on an old decayed tree in the woods. Thirteen feet
up from the ground on a knot he and Liloriole waited two minutes — then
again he gave three taps and led Liloriole in through a hole by the knot —
led her rig-ht into Chick-a-dees home. And there were a set of triplets and
two sets of twins. Liloriole cuddled down among them and slept. Next
morning she was hungry and was given for breakfast insect eggs — for din-
ner, which was served at intervals, insect hash of grasshoppers, flies and
caterpillars. And Baby Chick-a-dees were waxing fat and fluffy on just
such a diet. As their scientific name was Parus atricapillus she named those
seven Chick-a-dee youngsters — Atlas Atricapillus, Atlanta Atricapillus, Alice
Atricapillus, Alma Atricapillus, Atilla Atricapillus, Arnold Atricapillus,
Aloah Atricapillus Liloriole's tongue rested for five minutes after she
named them. Happy are her memories of the days spent with them.
LONG-BILLED MARSH WREN
In the marsh among the reeds — attached to the reeds was the home of
Long-billed Marsh Wren. Of grasses, reeds and weeds it was builded, and
soft was its lining of Cat-tail seeds. And in it were seven eggs like unto this
one and on them was dear little Mother Wren. And the day Liloriole came
that way was the twenty-seventh day of May — and she tarried that
night within the little home. Among the things she learned before her de-
parture were — that the music box a-tilt on the reed that she heard again and
again as she was coming near unto the home on yesterday, was dear little
Mother Wren's mate — that the eggs within the nest were soon to be baby
Long-billed Marsh Wrens — and that her scientific name was Cistothorus
In a tree in a grove at the edge of the field Liloriole found Mother
Crow at home. Of sticks, sticks, more sticks, and weed stalks it was made.
With grass, straw, wool, hair, leaves, roots it was lined. And in this nest
were six eggs like this one. She learned that Mother Crow's scientific name
was Corvus americanus — and that her cousins were Magpie, Raven and
Blue Jay. Liloriole planned to come again when Baby Crows were in the
On Father Chimney Swift's back Liloriole journeyed to their home in
the chimney. Their cradle was a wall pocket of twigs cemented to the chim-
ney with salivary glue. Those baby Swifts were four and Liloriole named
them Charles, Elsie, Caroline and Elisa Chaetura — and Chaetura pelagica
is their scientific name. While she was in the home she, too, was fed upon
an insect diet.
In a thicket she saw a ball of feathers, and that ball of feathers was
diligently looking for insect eggs — and that ball of feathers was no other
than Sir Bush-Tit himself, the cousin of Chick-a-dee. Sir Bush-Tit wore
a coat of brownish gray. Ever now and then he was upside down around
on the other side of the twig. The second time he came right side up,
Liloriole called to him and told him, all in one breath, lest he turn upside
down before she could finish, of her search for the Homes of Fairyland.
"There's a hanging cradle five trees and two bushes distant from here in
which you will be welcomed, dear child," Sir Bush-Tit said. And truly it
was a wonderful cradle, and so — so much larger than Sir Bush-Tit and his
darling mate and the little Bush-Tits seven who had come out of seven
small white eggs. And O that cradle — it was made of plant fibers, mosses,
lichens and feathers. And O those babies — they were dear and so dear.
Liloriole learned that they were cousins of Chick-a-dee. Wren-tit and V er-
din. Their scientific name is Psaltriparus.
In the woods in a thicket she came unto the home of Wood Rat. It was
dome-shaped. Of sticks, sticks, sticks, and more sticks it was made. Too,
there were other bits of things, shreds of bark, etc. "Woodrat is beautiful,"
thought Liloriole, for he looked much like White-footed Mouse enlarged.
His fur was very soft and more like Squirrel's fur. Liloriole had a lovely
time in the Wood Rat's home — and she thought each Boy and Girl who reads
of her journey would find it very interesting to watch for Wood Rat's home
when they see heaps of sticks in a thicket or a tree. "Please remember." she
says to tell you, "that Wood Rat is a very different sort of person from the
pesky House Rat."
In the meadow among the weeds was a home made of dried grasses.
In it were four pale blue eggs. While yet Liloriole waited near unto it
first came Mother Dickissel and perched at the edge of the nest. Then
came Father Dickissel and he perched on a twig near by. That night she
nestled under Mother Dickissel's wing. Next morning for breakfast she
had grasshopper mush. After breakfast Father Dickissel told her that
their scientific name was Spiza americana. Mother Dickessel told her that
their cousins were Grosbeaks, Towhees, Song Sparrows, Juncos, Buntings
In the field was a little burrow. At the bottom of the burrow was a nest.
When Liloriole came unto this burrow in the field she lay do-ivn and peeked
over its edge to see who was down there and just as she peeked over some-
body else from within the burrow peeked out to see what the outside world
looked like — and their noses met. He who peeked out was a Baby Meadow
Mouse. Liloriole liked him and he told her about the other Baby Meadow
Mice in the nest at the bottom of the burrow. So they both slid down the
burrow to the nest. "There's folks what like to eat us and we have to watch
out for them," piped Least Mouse of all as he came sliding down the burrow.
"Who be they?" inquired Liloriole.
"Marsh Hawks, Hen Hawks, Crows, Owls, Cats and Weasels," answered
Mother Meadow Mouse in profound tones. Then Liloriole being very tired
out, nestled close to Least Mouse of all and went to sleep.
In the field at the foot of a bunch of grass she found the home of Mead-
owlark. It was builded of grass and arched over. It was in the month of
May she found it — and in it were six eggs like unto this one. Liloriole
thought them beautiful indeed. As she nestled under Mother Meadowlark's
wing she heard afar in the field the liquid voice of Father Meadowlark.
When next morning she said good-by she promised to return again when
the little birds were hatched.
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy that I am!
(Listen to the meadow-larks across the fields that sing!)
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O subtle breath of balm,
O winds that blow, 0 buds that grow, O rapture of the spring!
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O happy world that is!
Dear heart, I hear across the fields my mateling pipe and call.
Sweet, sweet, sweet! O world so full of bliss,
For life is love, the world is love, and love is over all. — Coolbrith.
In a burrow close to the stream dwelt a Mother Muskrat and her Baby
Muskrats six. Liloriole tripping along through the grass fell down through
the air hole into the burrow. She liked the Baby Muskrats so well that she
stayed all night and yet another night. And Mother Muskrat shared her
own lily-roots and clams with her. While with them Liloriole learned that
they had to watch out for Minks and Weasels, Foxes and Dogs, Owls and
Hawks, for these include Muskrats among those things delicious to eat.
Next day she rode on Mother Muskrat's back as she swam about in the
Behind a cascade of singing waters was a lovely cradle of green mosses.
The waters rushed on, murmuring, rippling and singing. But the heart of
the Mother feared not the rushing of the water — the music of the stream
seemed a part of her life. Day after day she tenderly guarded the treasures
in the cradle of mosses behind the cascade. Now, this cradle was shaped like
an oven — an opening it had on the side. The treasures within it numbered
five — pure white in color, these eggs in which were the Baby Water Ouzels to
be. Unto this home Liloriole came, and was surprised at the way Father and
Mother Water Ouzel hurried over the wet rocks. While there she heard Sir
Water Ouzel sing, and in his song was the beauty and the strength of the
mountains around them. To the five Baby Water Ouzels to be she gave these
names — Cinclora Cinclus, Cindora Cinclus, Cinflora Cinclus, Cindrona Cin-
clus and Cicero Cinclus — for their scientific name was Cinclus mexicanus.
And when leaving time came she yet lingered, for Father Water Ouzel was
singing — and in his song was the glory of the mountains, the rippling laugh-
ter of the streams — their dreamy sadness, too; the beauty of the mosses and
ferns along the water. The tinkle of the raindrops traveling over the tiny
rocks — all these and more too — the joy of living in God's good world, was in
the song of the Ouzel.
In a thicket along the stream she saw a Sunshine Bird — saw the Summer
Warbler — he whose name is Dendroica aestiva. In a tree close by was his
cup-shaped home made of plant fibers. Soon Liloriole came unto this home,
and saw there five eggs like these. When Mother Warbler came she learned
that Cowbird (who is the black sheep of the Icteridae family) had placed one
of her eggs in their newly built home — and that a platform had been built over
this Cowbird egg. Also she learned that Summer Warblers are cousins of
Audubon, Magnolia, Dusky and Yellow-throat Warblers. She cuddled one
night under Mother Summer Warbler's wing — and promised to return when
the young birds were out of the eggs. As she went away she planned what she
would name them.
"You know about the great work of Audubon societies, don't you?" re-
marked Twilight to Liloriole one evening.
"O, yes — of course I do. I saved my pennies and nickels to help protect
Egret homes," replied Liloriole.
And then Twilight asked her if she wouldn't like to visit an Egret home.
So away they traveled to a distant state. All night they journeyed and the
next day Liloriole slept in a rose. The following night they came to the end
of their journey at Heron Colony, in the Southland. Liloriole, being sleepy,
was at once cuddled by a Mother Egret. When the sunbeams woke her up
next morning she looked all about — climbed over the nest and explored about.
There were lots of other homes there — like the one she had slept in, made of
twigs. Now, in these cradles there was neither lining of moss, feathers, nor
any soft material whatsoever — just twigs and more twigs. The eggs were blue
— some cradles had four and some had five, and some cradles had little birds
very much alive. One Father Snowy Egret took Liloriole with him when he
went for food. Twelve miles distant he went, and the food for which he went
was minnows. Liloriole learned that Baby Egrets are given this fish food by
the method of regurgitation. She felt certain that if people knew more about
Egret home life they would want to do much to help the Audubon Society to
protect Egret colonies from the plume hunters. She named several Snowy
Egret babies — and many to-be Snowy Egret babies, the ones who were to
come out of the blue eggs. Some of them she named Edith Egretta, Ellen
Egretta, Eddie Egretta, Eleanor Egretta — for their scientific name was
Egretta candidissima. Cousins of Snowy Heron, Great Blue Heron, Night
Heron and Bittern, are Snowy Egret fairies.
Here and there Liloriole would see Cowbirds, but no Cowbird home
was she able to find. Finally one day, being very inquisitive, she inquired
of a certain Cowbird where she would find the homes of the Cowbirds.
"Why, my dear child, I have no nest — other birds raise my children. I
bother not with the troubles of home-making. But — if you desire to know
more of my eggs you might look in yonder Warbler's nest." So she went
unto this Warbler's home and there among the Warbler's own four eggs
was a much larger whitish egg with brown blotches over it. Later, Liloriole
saw a tiny Warbler mother feeding a young hungry Cowbird hatched from
an egg placed in her nest by a Cowbird. Liloriole had not even a thimble-
ful of affection for this unnatural Cowbird mother, who, like all Cowbird
mothers, shirks home duties — leaving her young to the care of others —
often smaller birds. Molothrus ater is the scientific name of Cowbirds, dis-
reputable cousins of our lovely Bob-o'-links, Meadowlarks and Orioles. Cow-
bird is truly the black sheep of the family Icteridae.
"A bird's nest, mark it well, within, without.
No tool had he that wrought, no knife to cut,
No nail to fix, no bodkin to insert.
No glue to join; his little beak was all.
And yet how neatly finished! what a nice hand,
With every implement and means of art.
And twenty years* apprenticeship to boot.
Could make me such another?" — Hurdis.
In the beginning of the month of June came she unto the home of Wood
Pewee in a large Maple tree. Of rootlets, fine grass and moss it was made
— and coated with lichens. A very dainty cradle Liloriole thought it was
as she cuddled down among the babies three. And she named them Virolla,
Vera and Virgil Virens — for their scientific name was Contopus virens.
For breakfast, which lasted until dinner began, they had caterpillars and
grasshoppers. Phoebes, Flycatchers and Kingbirds are cousins of Wood
"Is it near unto this place that the Song Sparrows dwell?" asked Lilo-
riole. And the Flower fairies whispered, "Just over the way in a tussock of
grass." And Liloriole coming to the tussock of grass climbed part way up
a blade of grass and sat down on the edge of the nest made of dry leaves
and grasses. The four baby Song Sparrows were glad to see her. And
their scientific name was Melospiza. She named them Marian, Marto, Me-
lora and Lorene Melospiza. A day and two hours she tarried with them.
In the thicket on the ground was the Towhee home. It was in the month
of May that she came unto this home. It was made of dead leaves, twigs,
vine tendrils and grass; and was lined with fine roots and grass. The four
babies in the cradle she named Pippin Pipilo, Peter Pipilo, Polly Pipilo,
Pipona Pipilo — for their scientific name was Pipilo. For breakfast they
had insects, the same for dinner and supper. Cousins of Junco, Song Spar-
row, Goldfinch and Indigo Bunting are Towhee fairies.
In the swamp among the Cat-tails she found the home of Red-winged
Blackbird. Of grasses it was made and in it were three baby birds whom she
named Pharaoh Phoeniceus, Phoebe Phoeniceus and Phillip Phoeniceus.
Their scientific name is Agelaius phoeniceus. One day she tarried with them
and for breakfast, dinner and supper they had grasshoppers. She learned
that their cousins were the Orioles and the Meadowlarks.
At a stump she paused as she heard a slight noise from within. While
yet she waited near, out of this stump that used to be a tree, came a fairy
dressed in these colors three^ — red, black and white. The stump was the
castle of Red-headed Woodpecker and this was he himself. Soon he returned
with a grasshopper and Liloriole took supper with the little Woodpeckers
six who had been five days out of six eggs like this one. She learned from
Mother Red-headed Woodpecker that their menu through the year consisted
of grasshoppers, flies, beetles, ants, berries, fruits and nuts ; also that they
were the cousins of Hairy, Pileated, Lewis and Gila Woodpeckers.
Liloriole stayed two whole days with Mother Baltimore Oriole. And
that cradle — that swinging cradle of grasses, plant fibers and string was
much to her liking. With fine grass, wool and hair it was lined. In it
were four baby Orioles who came four days before from four eggs like unto
this one. Late on the afternoon she arrived they had cankerworms for sup-
per. And they, the four baby Baltimore Orioles — Garna oalbula, Garcia
Galbula, George Galbula and Grace Galbula — were hungry; and breakfast,
dinner and supper time came often during each day. While with these dear
babies, whose scientific name is Icterus galbula, Liloriole learned that they
were cousins to Blackbirds and Meadowlarks.
It was June time when she came unto the home of the Cedar Waxwings
in Cedar tree. The nest was made of twigs, grass, moss and catkins. The
four babies in it had been seven days out of four eggs like unto this one.
Now these four babies — Carol Cedrorum, Carl Cedrorum, Clara Cedrorum,
and Cleo Cedrorum — were fed raspberries, cankerworms, bark lice and
grasshoppers. She learned that their scientific name was Ampelis cedrorum
— and that their cousins were Phainopeplas.
On the sixth day of June she came unto the house of Rosebreasted Gros-
beak in the great blackberry vine. Seven feet and two inches above the
ground it was — like a saucer it was shaped — and it was builded loosely, of
several rootlets. In it were four Grosbeak children who had four days be-
fore come out of four eggs like unto this one. Liloriole was very hungry and
the first course served after her arrival consisted of potato bugs. Now Lilori-
ole was very fond of potatoes but felt that she must draw the line at potato
bugs; so she waited until the next course, which consisted of seeds, and she
High, higher on a mountain side — up, up to a ridge Liloriole and Twi-
light traveled to the home of Eagle — to the home of the King of Birds. It
was June time and the young Eagles were almost ready to leave their nursery.
Liloriole wondered how long since they had come from the eggs — she won-
dered about a number of things. The nest was so, so big that there seemed no
place to cuddle down. Anyway, she wanted to find out some things first. She
learned that these two baby Eagles came in April out of two dull white eggs,
marked with blotches of brown and gray — and that these eggs were laid in
March. She saw the Baby Eagles eat squirrels and rabbits. Many things she
learned of Eagle family ways, and these she writes of in another book. Two
days she lingered at Eagle Castle, which was made of many sticks and was a
bit over fifty-six inches wide. She learned also that these two Baby Eagles
wore coats of down before they had their coats of feathers, that their scien-
tific name was Aquila chrysaetos, and that Mother and Father Golden Eagle
mate for life.
There came a day when Liloriole came unto the home of the descendants
of the world's first paper makers — unto the cradle of the Wasp fairies. And
this home was of paper made of wood pulp. From old worn boards and fences
these Yellow Jacket fairies had secured their material, and by saliva in their
mouths it had been reduced to a pulp — then layer on layer was placed. Lilo-
riole went exploring in Wasp palace and bumped into a nurse — from her she
learned that the combs were not for storing honey, but that the Baby Wasps
were there cradled. And the funny part about it was that these chubby larval
youngsters hung head downward. She saw the nurse feeding the Baby Wasps,
and noticed that they all faced toward the center of the nest so that nurse did
not need to turn their heads about to feed them. They were all arranged in
nice order, making possible a hooverizing of the time required for their feed-
ing. Liloriole thought Mesdame Yellow Jackets' taste in the matter of dress
very becoming. The yellow trimmings were so well arranged and stripes were
becoming, as they were slender folk. Also their hair was done in the pompa-
dour way (now Liloriole had seen a certain Lady Yellow Jacket under the mi-
croscope some years before — and noted her hair being done pompadour). She
saw one lady much larger than the other Yellow Jackets — and learned that
this was Queen Vespa. Now, Queen Vespa was a busy personality and had
not much time for conversation, as she was busily engaged in laying more
eggs that there might be more baby Yellow Jackets in the world. Other Wasp
people about were caring for the baby Wasps, who were on the way to being
grown-up Yellow Jackets. The workers now busily caring for eggs, and chub-
by youngsters who had come out of like eggs, had themselves come out of the
first eggs laid by Queen Vespa in the Spring.
One (lay in May she came unto the home of Bob White in the field at
the foot of a stump. The cradle was only a slight depression in the ground
lined with grasses and leaves, but in it were fifteen eggs like unto this one.
And Mother and Father Bob White took turns at keeping those eggs warm —
and Iviloriole nestled under the wing of one and under the wing of the other.
Later, when the fluffy brown baby Bob Whites were about, Liloriole met
them one day and roamed about with them. She learned that they were very
fond of grass seeds, berries, and insects. She also learned that their scien-
tific name is Colinus virginianus.
Near unto a stream she met Father Prothonotary Warbler, and in a tree
close unto the water was the Prothonotary cradle. In it were four eggs.
Mother and Father Prothonotary Warbler were lovely to Liloriole.
Liloriole perched on the leaf of a tree and sat there wondering to what
home her next visit would be, when along came Father Scarlet Tanager to
get a caterpillar and another caterpillar from that tree — and having secured
the caterpillars, he paused a moment beside the leaf upon which Liloriole
sat and moved a little nearer that she might mount upon his back, for he was
going to take her to Mother Scarlet Tanager (who hasn't a speck of scarlet
upon her, but who is yellow and green). He had heard the Earth Things
talking — the grass, the flowers, and the many little folk that live in the earth
and upon the earth — and telling one another of Liloriole's search for the
homes of Fairyland. So Scarlet Tanager knev/ of her search and he knew
that she would like to know Mother Scarlet Tanager and the little Tanagers
In the grass field was the home of Horned Larks. Of grasses and corn
leaves it was made, and was near unto a tuft of grass. In the nest were four
eggs like unto this one — and Liloriole named the four little birds that were
to be — Otis Otocoris, Otho Otocoris, Othella Otocoris and Ora Otocoris —
for their scientific name was Otocorus alpestris. Mother and Father Horned
Lark were very fond of weed seeds. Liloriole was glad to learn that they
were cousins of Skylark of Europe of whom the poet sings :
"Up with me! Up with me into the clouds! For thy song, Lark, is strong;
Up with me! up with me into the clouds! Singing, singing,
With clouds and sky above thee ringing.
With a soul as strong as a mountain river,
Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver." — Wordsworth.
It was on a May day eleven days past the first day that Liloriole came
unto the home of Chipping Sparrow in the fir tree. And great was her joy
as she entered into the home built of little things, little grasses and little
roots ; for within it she met again Mother Chipping Sparrow, whose nursery
she had assisted last year when she was a big girl. This nest, too, was lined
with hair, even as the home of last year. In it were three Chipping Sparrow
babies only three days out of the blue eggs like unto this one. And as she
lingered with them she was fed upon a varied diet — seeds of last year's Fox-
tail and Crab grass, Pig Weed and Chickweed, Cabbage Worms and Canker
Worms. Near the end of the second day she said goodbye to the babies three
and called each one by his scientific name, Spizella socialis.
BLUE GRAY GNATCATCHER
Liloriole, lingering in a treetop, was puzzled when she heard a low call
twice repeated. It sounded a bit like the voice of the Mother Mouse, with
whom she had stayed one day last week. While she was pondering o'fer this
mouse-like call, the fairy who had given it with a flip and a hop was on the
branch beside her. She soon learned that he had two names — Blue Gray
Gnatcatcher and Sylvan Flycatcher ; that his home was nearby, and that
having learned of her mission he had come to invite her to spend the night
with Mother Blue Gray Gnatcatcher and the baby Blue Gray Gnatcatchers
five, who had so recently come out of five pale greenish-white eggs with
pretty spots of lilac and reddish brown upon them.
Liloriole, standing up, took a good deep breath, tied back her curls with
thistledown, fastened on her birch-bark sandals, and was ready to start upon
the journey with Blue Gray Gnatcatcher.
"Oh," said she, when in seventeen seconds they stopped three trees away.
"Yes," said he, "you were very near unto our fairy home." There it was
a tiny, cup-shaped cradle, all covered with lichens — and when Liloriole was
inside she thought it so lovely that she decided to nestle down among the
nestlings and go to sleep at once.
"Not yet, not yet, dear child!" said Mother Blue Gnatcatcher — "Supper
first." And for supper they had gnats, flies, and mosquitoes for dessert.
It was in the oak tree — in a forked twig. It was cup-shaped and made of
grasses, little strips of bark, lichens and vegetable fibers. In it were five eggs
just like this one. Liloriole knew not whose home it was until — until Mrs.
Red-eyed Vireo came and nestled down upon the eggs, whereupon Liloriole
edged near unto the rim of the nest and asked her if it was her home. And
in this home with Mother Vireo, whose other name is Vireo olivaceus, she
spent the night and learned that when the Vireo babies came from the five
eggs they would be hungry and would be fed insects and berries.
Tripping along on a southern hillside she stubbed her toe on the rim of
something and landed on the round door of something. So much like the
earth around it this rim and door looked that she thought it would be diffi-
cult for a grown-up person to find it. After she got up she sat down by this
queer thing and wondered what it was. She had not been wondering long
when something big and blackish with eight great fuzzy legs pushed the
door open from beneath, and who was it but Trap-Door Spider, the maker
and owner of the home. Liloriole learned from him that he had dug the
tunnel in the ground, then coated the wall of it with earth and saliva, and
then had lined the tunnel with silk.
In May, June and July she watched for the Goldfinch home, but found
it not. One hot August day when going along a hillside among Vine-
Maples she caught sight of a bit of olive-brown. It was the Mother Gold-
finch at home. The home was in a crotch of the Vine-Maple, and it was
made of many plant fibers. Liloriole had not long been cuddled under
Mother Goldfinch's wing when Father Goldfinch came to feed her. And
the food he gave unto her was weed seeds. Liloriole thought perhaps Gold-
finches had put off home-building until the time when many weed seeds
would be about for Baby Goldfinches to feed upon when they left the nest —
and she also thought she could hardly wait until Baby Goldfinches came
from those four pale bluish white eggs. Father Goldfinch told her that
their scientific name was Astragalinus tristis, and that their cousins were
Sparrows, Buntings and Grosbeaks.
From the Wind Fairies she learned of the palaces wherein dwell tiny
fairies, who become, when they grow up, tiny flies — and at their growing
up leave their tiny palaces. Liloriole had often wondered what caused
those Oak Apples on the leaves — the ones children call pop-balls — and she
learned that these same pop-balls are the palaces of little folk, who when
they grow up go out into the big world — little four-winged flies. On the
stems of plants she found also Galls — and the dweller within one of these
spoke thus unto her :
"A green little world with me at its heart!
A house grown by magic, of a green stem a part;
My walls give me food and protect me from foes,
I eat at my leisure, in safety repose.
My house hath no window, 'tis dark as the night!
But I make me a door and batten it tight;
And when my wings grow I throw wide my door,
And to my green castle I return nevermore."
IN OUR CATHEDRAL
"Today dawned not upon the earth as other days have done,
A throng of little virgin clouds stood waiting for the sun,
Till the herald-winds aligned them and they blushed, and stood aside
As the marshals of the morning flung the eastern portals wide." — Carryl.
To-day has been such a wonderful day in Our Cathedral. You see, there
is no church near the lumber camp ; but we children of the camp have serv-
ices in Our Own Cathedral.
"Where gentle breezes strive to bless.
And all God's world knows happiness."
This Cathedral of ours stands in the forest — is a part of the strength-
giving forest. Its dome is blue or gray as is the day — for its dome is the
sky. Its pillars are old and gray — the beautiful gray of the trunks of the
tall forest kings, whose branches are ever green.
"To loiter down lone alleys of delight,
And hear the beating of the hearts of trees.
And think the thoughts that lilies speak in white.
By greenwood pools and pleasant passages." — Lanier.
Its carpet is soft and velvety — is of the mosses that We Children have
gathered from many parts of the valley.
"Oh! to be friends with the lichens, the low creeping vines and the mosses
There close to lie; «-
Gazing aloft at each pine-plume that airily, playfully tosses
'Neath the blue sky."
The pews are old logs overgrown with moss and vines. The altar is a
large old rock — and vines entwine it lovingly — and all about it are planted
many frail blossoms — and they grow among the mosses where we have placed
them in His Cathedral.
"And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes." — Wordsworth.
Anenores, One-flowered Wintergreens, Twin-Flowers, Spring Beauties,
and Calypso carpet the woodland floor. Along the aisle that winds from
the entrance to our great room of worship we have planted many ferns —
and along the way the gold and scarlet Columbines. A brook flows at the
side of Our Cathedral, and ever and ever 'tis singing a song that makes the
hearts of We Children glad.
"A breeze came wandering from the sky,
Light as the whispers of a dream;
He put the o'erhanging grasses by.
And softly stooped to kiss the stream.
IN OUR CATHEDRAL
Herein we meet for worship — Often I don't preach a sermon, but we
have a few minutes in meditation.
"Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds,
In leafy galleries beneath the eaves,
Are singing! Listen, ere the sound be fled,
And learn there may be worship without words." — Longfellow.
Now, beside the dear camp children, there are also others who belong
to my congregation — and these attend a part of the time when brought to
service. The ones they usually attend are the services I conduct alone on
week days. I have endeavored to bring them a few times to regular Lord's
Day service; but on account of the presence of the other children they are
restless and not on good behavior — so they are only privileged to attend my
weekday services — which are everyday whether it's sunshiny or rainy, for
the Lord God abides in His Cathedral the whole year round. Of course I
know that He is very, very busy with so many people now in the world, and
all those that have been before. But wherever I go I trust in His great love
and am happy just in being a wee part of this great world.
About the attendance on week days: there is Julius Caesar Napoleon
— now he always attends at least one service a week, usually a vesper service
— and at intervals he pokes his nose into my pocket for the grub of a beetle.
It was a long time before I could make him understand that even a Skunk
must be quiet during prayer or the reading of the Holy Bible. Now the way
I accomplished this — was to give Julius Caesar Napoleon two extra fat grubs
just after prayer or reading the Bible — and he keeps quiet until I am through.
Orlando: "Let gentleness my strong enforcement be." — Shakespeare.
Other members of the congregation on week days are: Pliny and Aris-
totle^ — two adorable folks to preach to — why they keep just as quiet during
the reading of the Bible except when a fly or other insect passes close by
them — and being Toads they make the most of the opportunity. Then there
are Cicero and Pandora, two dear Chipmunks — and Josephus Jacobus Ben-
jamin Solomon Rheoboam — that adorable Meadow Mouse. These are very
attentive at services — except for the wiggling of tails. Then Michael Angelo,
the Porcupine, strays in for services sometimes — but it's mostly salt he wants.
Also sometimes Marie Antoinette, a beautiful speckled hen, rides to service
on my shoulder. (She is privileged on account of exceptional good behavior
during the last year, to attend Sunday services as well as week days.)
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything." — Shakespeare.
IN OUR CATHEDRAL
"A wind arose among the pines; it shook
The clinging music from their boughs, and then
Low, sweet, faint sounds, like the farewell of ghosts.
Were heard: O, follow, follow, follow me." — Shelley.
I walked in the forest to-day — when the Storm King passed by. The
winds, they did whistle and shriek, and the day it was bleak. But I love to
walk in the forest on just such a day — with the wind against my face and the
rain upon it. Most o' the wee folk are hidden away at storm time — but the
ferns, they bow their fronds together — and the trees, they touch hands as
the wind goes rushing through. 'Tis then that the Cathedral is as a great
pipe-organ — with many harmonies thereon being played. But first one must
have deep, deep within one's heart the love of the forest wrapped in storm
or else one hears not these great symphonies that carry one's soul in the storm
and above it to tranquil peace — for the things that sometimes trouble and
puzzle me go away as I tramp in the storm — and in their place comes His
abiding peace that gives me strength to overcome the difficulties in the way.
— I think that Robert Burns, too, would have found inspiration listening to
the storm symphonies in Our Cathedral.
"There is scarcely any earthly object gives me more — I don't know if I should
call it pleasure, but something which exalts me, something which enraptures me —
than to walk in the sheltered side of a wood on a cloudy winter day, and hear a stormy
wind howling among the trees and roving o'er the plain. It is my best season for
devotion; my mind is wrapt up in a kind of enthusiasm to Him who walks on the
wings of the wind." — Robert Burns.
Hark ! 'tis our Northern Nightingale that sings
In far-off, leafy cloisters, dark and cool.
Flinging his flute-notes bounding from the skies!
Thou wild musician of the mountain-streams.
Most tuneful minstrel of the forest-choirs,
Bird of all grace and harmony of soul,
Unseen, we hail thee for thy blissful voice!
"Upon yon tremulous mist where morning wakes
Illimitable shadows from their dark abodes.
Or in this woodland glade tumultous grown
With all the murmurous language of the trees.
No blither presence fills the vocal space."
T heard again that same sweet song within the woods to-day. It lingers
with me yet. 'Twas in the Cathedral I heard him singing. And life is sweeter
for having heard his song.
AVhen night comes unto the Cathedral We Children fear not, for God
abides within — and his love is round about us where'er we go. To-night we
have been watching the stars.
"These blessed candles of the night." — Shakespeare.
"Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven.
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels." — Longfellow.
FROM COl, . F. M. WOODRUFF.
96 WARBLING VIREO.
IN OUR CATHEDRAL
And God seems so near here in Our Cathedral in the forest. I think
that He must surely understand our loving Him.
"I hear the wind among the trees,
Playing celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument." — Longfellow.
We learn many things from the Fern fairies who dwell in our Cathedral.
Some dwelt there before we came to worship in the Cathedral — others we
brought from different places in the valley, and from ravines and canyons.
I think that the Fern fairies, too, love our Cathedral. Softly we go among
them, and talk with them, and listen unto them. Someone who loves Fern
fairies walked with me in our Cathedral one day, and told me of a poet, in a
land beyond the sea, who also loved to listen to the voices of the Ferns — and
wrote of their message for the Children of Men — and this is the message —
the message he gave unto the world as the voices of Fern fairis spoke — this
the message We Children of the lumber-camps love and keep in our hearts—
and that you may know its joy I have written it here as it was told unto me
that day when one who loves the Ferns walked in our Cathedral.
"I lay among the ferns,
Where they lifted their fronds, innumerable, in the greenwood wilderness, like wings
winnowing the air;
And their voices went past me continually.
And I listened, and lo! softly inaudibly raining, I heard not the voices of the ferns
only, but of all living creatures:
Voices of mountain and star.
Of cloud, and forest and ocean.
And of the little rills tumbling amid the rocks,
And of the high tops where the moss-beds are and the springs arise
As the wind at mid-day rains whitening over the grass,
As the night bird glimmers a moment, fleeting between the lonely watcher and the
So softly inaudibly they rained,
Where I sat silent.
And in the silence of the greenwood I knew the secret of the growth of the ferns;
I saw their delicate leaflets tremble, breathing an undescribed and unuttered life;
And round them the mountains and the stars dawned in glad companionship for ever.
Who shall understand the words of the ferns lifting their fronds innumerable?
Who, going forth with his heart like Nature's garden.
Shall hear through his soul the voices of all creation.
Voices of mountain and star, voices of all men,
Softy audibly raining? — shall seize and fix them,
Rivet them fast with love, no more to lose them?"
BY SAME AUTHOR
TO BE PUBLISHED AT LATER DATE
LTLORIOLE IN SEARCH OF THE HOMES OF FAIRYLAND
TWILIGHT, AND THEN— NIGHT
NEARER TO THE HEART OF NATURE
MUSIC AND MUSICIANS OF THE OUT-OF-DOORS
WINTERTIME IN FAIRYLAND
THE FAIRYLAND OF THE WEST
AURELIUS EVANGEL IN SEARCH OF THE JOYOUS BLUE
BABYHOOD DAYS IN FAIRYLAND
WHAT'S IN A NAME?
WHAT CAN I DO?
FOR FURTHER INFORMATION
OPAL STANLEY WHITELEY
712 SAN FERNANDO BUILDING
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Accipiter velox — 185
Achilles — 111, 188
Actomys monax — 229
Aegialitis vocifera — 165
Agaricacea — 1 96
Agelaius phoeniceus — 242
Agrostemma — 165
Alfalfa — 161
Algae — 48, 115 223
Ambush Bugs — 105
Amelanchier — 1 3 0
Ampelis cedrorum — 253
Anacreon — 159
Anemone — 19, 167
Anthoxanthum odoratum — 164
Antrostomus vociferus — 225
Ants — 18, 77, 91, 229, 253
April — 45, 167, 168, 171
Aquarium — 138
Aquila chrysaetos — 254
Arbutus — 166
Arctiidae — 110
"Aristotle"— 37, 93, 263
Arrowhead — 135, 176
Arthropoda — 110, 137
Ash— 136, 109
Assassin Bugs — 156
Aster— 30, 106, 206
Astragalinus tristis — 261
Aurelius Evangel — 18-32, 129, 137, 233
Audubon's Caracara — 219
Audubon Society — 241
August — 98,101,102,105,106,160, 261
Avens — 142
Baby Blue-eyes — 28
Baby Seeds — 44
Bachelor Buttons — 159
Back Swimmer — 138
Badger — 110
Barrenwort — 1 76
Bat — 37, 97, 235
Beaver — 136
Bees— 18, 19, 30, 60, 66, 91, 112, 164
Beetles— 91, 161, 187, 191, 206
Belostoma — 91, 136
Bittern — 19, 126, 137
Blackberries — 127, 135, 186
Blackbird, Red-wing — 127, 242
Yellow-headed — 141
Bleeding Hearts — 171
Bluebells — 18, 202
Bluebird— 18, 46
Blue Curls — 164
Blue-eyed Grass — 163
Blue Jay— 28, 97, 223, 226, 234
Boletus — 196
Boatman, Water — 132
Bob-oMink — 127, 135, 145
Bob White — 156, 257
Bouncing Bet — 66
Brahma — 127
Bridal Wreath— 69, 127, 175
Bronze Bells — 167
Browning — 43, 168, 185
Buffle-head — 142
Bufo boreas — 91
Bumble-bee— 28, 30, 77, 109, 142, 112
Bunch Berry — 185
Bunting, Indigo — 66, 242
Lazuli — 19, 78, 80
Snow— 78, 237, 261
Burns, Robert — 142, 203, 267
Bush-tit— 192, 234
Butter-and-Eggs — 77, 78, 93
Buttercup— 78, 127, 130, 132, 167, 196.
Butterflies— 34, 46, 80, 116
Azure — 175
Angle wings — 80, 04
Anosia plexippus — 80
Argynnis diana — 30, 80
Basilarchia — 80
Camberwell Beauty — 80
Checker-spot — 50, 59, 80, 137, 156
Colias — 80
Comma — 180
Lycaena — 80
Melitaea chalcedon — 59, 80
Monarch— 46, 58, 63, 70, 80, 93, 226
Mourning Cloak— 18, 80, 93, 188
Painted Lady — 79, 80
Parnassians — 1 76
Peacock Butterfly — 92, 145
Pearl Crescent — 206, 226
Pyrameis cardui — 80
Satyrus — 80
Silver-spot — 73, 80
Sulphur — 78, 80, 159
Swallowtail— 63, 78, 80, 130, 176
Thecla — 24
Thistle — 79, 80, 111
Wood-nymph — 80
Caddis-fly — 126
Calandrina — 47
Calochortus — 164
Caltha palustris — 127
Camass — 156, 164
Calypso — 172, 186, 203, 262
Cardinal Bird— 78, 116, 168
Cardinal Flower — 18, 59, 116, 131
Carpenter Bee — 74
Castor canadensis — 136
Catbird — 45, 230
Cat-ears — 164
Caterpillar Farm — 63
Catfish — 128
Cathedral — 33, 97, 262-268
Catnip — 94
Cat-tail — 48, 142, 164, 233, 242
Centaurea — 159
Centipede — 91, 94, 137
Cercopidae — 92
Ceryle aleyon — 223
Cedar — 199
Chaetura pelagica — 234
Chaucer — 145, 192
"Charlemagne" — 196
Chick-a-dee— 99, 115, 116, 187, 233, 234
Chickweed— 66, 165
Chilopoda — 94
Chimney Swift — 234
Chipmunk — 97, 195, 263
Chironomidae — 128
Chordeiles — 146
Christmas Tree, Bird's — 115
''Cicero"— 187, 263
Cinquefoil — 135
Cistothorus palustris — 233
Clam — 128, 238
Clover— 105, 116, 161
Colinus virginianus — 257
Colaptes cafer collaris — 65
Columbine— 19, 30, 46, 77, 130, 156, 262
Compass Plant — 106
Compositae — 1 06
Contopus virens — 242
Coral Fungi— 185, 192
Coral Root — 172
Corixidae — 132
Corn Cockle — 165
Corn Flower — 159
Corvus americanus — 234
Cowbird — 238, 241
Cows, Ants' — 77
Cranes — 129
Cream Cups — 165
Cricket — 73, 105, 156, 163, 165
Crossbills — 19, 78, 116, 168, 216
Crotagus — 130
Crow— 102, 226, 234, 237
Cuculidae — 102
Cumdophorus sex-lineatus — 112
Currant — 167
Cyanospiza amoena — 80
Cyclamen — 70, 167
Daddy-Long-Legs — 160
Dandelion — 30, 78, 106, 111
Daisy — 30, 105, 106
Datura stramonium — 105
Day-flower — 28
Dendroica aestiva — 238
Deer — 191, 192
Diaries — 97
Dickissel — 231
Digitalis — 92
Ditanny — 94
Dobson Fly — 130
Dodder — 111, 146
Dog-fennel — 106
Dogwood — 175, 185
Doll-cheeses — 93
Dolychonyx oryzivorus — 145
Doodle-bug — 92
Dove— 47, 73, 101
Dowitcher — 141
Dragon Flies— 24, 91, 92, 135, 206
Dutchman's Pipe — 172
Earth-star — 112
Earth-worms — 65, 47
Eel — 129, 141
Egret— 126, 141
Emperor Moth — 78
Epiphragmaphora fidelis — 60
Eurymedon — 1 76
Everlasting — 98, 106
Fagaceae — 796
Fairy Thimbles — 92
Farewell-to-Spring — 66
Ferns — 48, 171, 187, 268
Figwort— 66, 77, 93, 202
Filaree— 73, 131
Fireweed — 101
Firs — 186, 202
Fish— 126, 135, 136, 137, 138
Flame Lily — 176
Fleur-de-lis — 25
Flicker — 65
Flitter-mice — 37
Flying Squirrel — 33, 301, 205
Forget-me-not — 30, 163
Foxglove— 66, 77, 92, 137
Foxtail — 155
Fringilidae — 19, 78
Frogs— 91, 93, 128, 137, 141, 187
"Frogspit" — 92
Fulica americana — 129
Fungae— 48, 115
Gall Dwellers — 261
Gallinago delicata — 141
Gallinules — 129
Galulidae — 126
Garter Snake — 206
Gavia imber — 220, 129
Geaster hygrometricus — 112
Geese — 142
Gentians — 29, 30
Geococcyx calif ornianus — 102
Geothlypis trichas occidentalis — 64
Geranium — 131
Ginger — 166, 172
Glass "Snake"— 112
God's Gold — 165, 145
Godetia — 66
Goggle-goy — 130
Goldcup — 155
Golden Coreopsis — 106
Golden Ragwort — 106
Golden-rod — 106
Goldfinch— 66, 78, 98, 216, 237, 242,
Gold Threads— 127, 130, 132
Gopher— 110, 230, 146
Goshawk — 74
Grass Garden — 48, 156
Grasshoppers — 66, 91, 97, 102, 159, 220-
"Grasshoppery" — 105
Great Northern Diver — 129
Grebes — 129
Grosbeaks— 66, 78, 116, 168, 237, 261
Rose-breasted — 253
Grouse — 168, 201
Gruidae — 129
Gull, Sea— 129
Gypsy Combs — 109
Harvestman — 1 60
Hawks — 74, 237, 185
Hazel— 116, 188
Heath— 128, 186
Helvellaceae — 1 85
Hepatica — 19
Herding Caterpillars — 156
Hermit Thrush — 46, 224, 261
Herons— 19, 57, 241
Heron Town — 57
Hesperiidae — 176
Heterocera — 110
Hickory — 109
Hirundo erythrogastra — 220
Ho Jack — 130
Honeysuckle— 59, 116, 128, 196
Homed "Toad"— 105, 111, 112
Horned Pout — 128
Hound's Tongue — 167
Hummingbird— 24, 59, 131, 138,156, 233
Hunter's Butterfly — 65, 98, 111
Hyacinth — 18, 164
Hydnum coraloides — 185
Hydrobatidae — 135
Hygrotrechus remsigus — 135
Icteridae — 238
Icterus bullocki — 78
galbula — 253
Impatiens pallida — 138
Indian Paint Brush— 25, 66, 92, 156,
Indian Pipe — 186
Indian Pond Lily — 131
Indian Skipper — 156
Indigo Bird — 25, 168, 216
Insects — 91
Iris— 25, 163
Isaiah— 44, 137
Isia isabella — 109, 110
Ismeria — 206
Jackenapes — 192
Jack-in-the-Pulpit — 171
January — 46, 200, 201
Jassidae — 163
Jay Blue— 28, 48, 97
Steller's — 97, 102
Jewel-weed — 1 38
Jimson Weed — 105
Job's Tears — 28
Joe-pye Weed — 106
Johnny-Jump-Up — 43
Jordan, David Starr — 128
"Julius Caesar Napoleon" — 33,78,91,263
July — 77, 92, 93, 94, 159, 186, 187
Junco — 19, 66, 115, 237, 242
June — 65, 66, 69, 70, 73, 74, 145, 146,
155, 156, 185
Juniper — 199
Katy-did— 48, 156, 159
Kingbird— 79, 220, 242
Kingcup — 155
Kingfisher— 130, 223
Kinglet, Golden Crowned — 78
Ruby Crowned — 116, 175
Kildeer — 163, 165
Lace Bug — 93
Lace Pod — 60
Ladybird Beetle — 69
Lady Slipper — 186, 203
Lantern Flies — 66
Lark, Horned — 257, 78, 156
Larkspur— 19, 130, 156
Laurel— 128, 186
Leaf -hopper — 1 63
Leaf-miner — 77
Lepidoptera — 110
Lichens^48, 110, 115, 202-33-34-62.
Liloriole— 131, 135, 216—261
Lily— 78, 116, 218
Lily-of-the-Valley— 131, 166
Linnaeus — 19, 176
Linum — 25
Lizards— 97, 105, 111, 112
Lobelia — 18
Loon — 129, 220
Lotus — 127
Loxia curvirostra — 216
Luna — 58
Magpie — 102, 226, 234
Maiden-hair Fern — 132, 137
Mallow — 93
Manna-grass — 1 4 6
Man-of-the-Earth — 146
Manzanita — 186
Maple— 109, 242, S.
Marasmius oreades — 63
March — 43, 44, 166, 216
Marybuds — 127
Marigold Marsh — 78, 127, 155, 167
Mariposa Lily — 164
Marsh Treader — 130
May— 58, 59, 60, 63, 164, 172, 175.
May Apple— 176, 185
Maurine — 191, 196
Meadow Foam — 131
Meadowlark — 59, 78, 124, 156, 164, 237
Meadow Rue— 132, 155, 167, 224
Meadowsweet — 69, 127
Melospiza — 2 4 2
Mephitis — 191
Merula migratoria propinqua — 224
"Michael Angelo" — 111, 112, 192, 263
Midge Flies — 130
Millipede— 91, 101, 137
Milkweed— 47, 99, 226
Milton — 10, 203
Mimulus — 25
Mink— 110, 135, 238
Mint — 91, 94, 164
Miskodeed — 203
Mission Bell — 164, 167
Mist Maidens — 131
Mochella — 185
Mockingbird — 48, 98
Mole — 146
Molothrus ater — 241
Monkey Flower— 30, 58, 59, 66, 77, 137
Morels — 185
Morning, Early — 38, 39
Morning Glory — 111, 146
Mosquito — 235
Mosses — 38, 40, 115, 202, 234, 264
Moths — 34
Mouse— 110, 166, 219, 230
Meadow — 161, 237
White-footed — 187, 196, 234
Wood— 33, 97, 199, 201, 226
Mud Wasp— 230
Mullein— 137, 202
Mushroom — 63, 73, 160
Muskrat — 142, 238
Mustard— 60, 110
Mustelidae — 110
Myotis lucifugus — 225
Nepa cinerea — 126
Nettle — 93
Newt — 130
Nidulariales — 70
Nighthawk — 146
Nightshade — 77, 105
Notonectidae — 138
Nutcracker — 102, 226
Nuthatch — 192, 199
Nyctala acadica — 166
Nymphaea odorata — 127
Oak Apples — 261
Oak Trees— 58, 77, 80, 109, 196, 261
Ocean Spray — 175
October— 112, 163
Odocoileus — 191
Olbiorchilus hiemalis — 192
Ophisaurus ventralis — 112
Orchid — 186, 203
Orseis — 206
Oregon Grape — 24, 176, 185
Orioles— 63, 127, 242
Baltimore — 253
"Ormenis Pumper, the Great" — 66
Oswego Tea — 46, 59, 94
Otocorus alpestris — 257
Otter— 110, 132
Ouzel, Water— 131, 238
Owls— 36, 187, 238
Barn — 230
Billy — 226
Burrowing — 226
Saw- Whet— 166
Screech — 200, 219
Snowy — 200
Painted Cup — 59, 156
Pandora — 195
Papilio — 176
Parus atricapillus — 233
Pea Sweet— 28, 161
Peppermint — 94, 160
Peromyscus canadensis — 199
leucopis — 226
Petrochelidon lunifrous — 229
Phainopepla — 2 5 3
Phalacrocoracidae — 129
Phleum pratense — 155
Phoebe— 79, 242
Phrynosoma — 1 1 2
Phymatidae — 1 05
Pica pica hudsonica — 226
Pickeral Weed — 129
Pimpernel — 116, 167
Pine— 109, 200
Plantain — 145
Plant Lice — 19, 77, 233
Pleurotus ostreatus — 196
"Pliny"— 30, 93, 187, 263
Plovers — 163
Plumbago — 142
Podophyllum peltatum — 185
Polyborus cheriway — 219
Polyphemus Moth — 116, 201
Pop-balls — 261
Porcupine — 192, 263
Potato— 77, 105, 115, 201
Potentilla — 135
Primrose — 43, 70
Prunella — 164
Pussy Willows — 127
Putorius — 187
Quamasa hyacintha — 18
Queen Anne's Lace — 161
Queen Vespa — 254
Quercus — 196
Raccoon — 111, 188, 275
Racers, Blue — 162
Race Runner — 112
Ramesis II — 105
Rana aurora — 91
Raspberry Apartment House — 74
Rattlesnake Plantain — 186
Raven — 102, 226, 234
Redpoll — 78, 201
Reptiles — 111
Rheoboam, J. J. B. S. — 161, 263
Rhododendron — 128, 166, 176, 186
Rice-root — 167
Road-runner — 102
Robin — 28, 69, 116, 224
Rock Cress — 60
Romanzof fia — 1 3 1
Romeo and Caterpillars — 63
"Romeo and Juliet" — 201
Rose— 69, 127, 135, 175, 186
Rosemary Marsh — 142
Rubber Boa — 187
Sagittaria — 135
Sailors, Blue — 163
St. John's Wort — 65, 78
Salamander— 130, 141, 215
Saliva — 223, 261
Salal — 186, 187
Salmon Berries — 186
Salmon, Chinook — 126, 141
"Salome" — 105
Sandpiper — 129, 141
Saprophyte — 186
Scarabadae — 9 1
Scelaporus undulata — 112
Scincidae — 112
Scissors — 73
Scott, Sir Walter— 185
Scottish Bluebells — 18, 28
Scotch Broom — 161
Scorpion — 71, 101
September — 109, 110, 111, 162
Service Berry — 130
Shakespeare — 34, 78, 91, 97, 127, 161,
Shell-flower — 137
Shepherd's Purse — 110
Shooting Stars — 43
Silossius — 66
Silver Hopper — 66
Sitta pygmaea — 199
Skunk— 60, 97, 110, 263
Skunk Cabbage — 202
Skylark— 156, 257
Slug— 65, 215
Snail— 60, 65
Snake— 93, 111, 215
Garter — 102, 215
Grass — 105
Ribbon — 141
Water — 135
"Snakespit" — 92
Sneezeweed — 106
Snipe — 141
Snow— 115, 116
Snowberry — 176, 196
Snowflake— 78, 161
Solanum — 77
Southy — 265
Sowbugs — 65, 215
Sparrow— 46, 261
Chipping — 78
English — 46, 78
Song — 66, 216, 237, 242
Vesper— 33, 78, 80, 156
White-throated- 1 62
Speotyto cunicularia hypogaea — 226
Sphinx— 34, 66, 105
Spiders — 70, 91, 101, 215, 229, 230, 233
Spikenard — 131
Spiza americana — 237
Spruce — 200, 216
Squirrel— 48|, 97, 187, 192, 215, 234, 254
Squirrel-tail Grass — 155
Star-flower — 70
Star-grass, Yellow — 78, 112
Star of Bethlehem — 164
Starwort — 165
Stickleback — 223
Sticktight — 106
Strangleweed — 1 1 1
Strawberry— 65, 69, 127, 164, 175
Strix pratincola — 230
Sucker — 215
Sunflower — 30, 78, 106
Susan, Black-eyed — 106
Swallow— 24, 45, 126
Barn — 220
Sweetbrier — 69, 127
SyTitheris — 25, 202
Syrphidae — 127
Tadpoles — 215
Tanager, Scarlet — 257
Tansy — 106
Teazel — 109
Tennyson — 136, 34
Terns — 129
Thistle— 30, 106, 111
Thrasher, Brown — 229
California — 98
Thrush, Hermit — 224
Golden Crowned — 175
Varied — 116
"Thunder Pumper" — 126
Thyme— 91, 94, 160
Tinegrass — 28
Tingitidae — 93
Toad— 65, 78, 91, 128, 215
Toad Bugs — 126
Toadstools — 63, 115
Tobacco — 105
Tomato — 77, 105
Tortoise — 111
Touch-me-not — 138
Towhees — 66, 78, 237, 242
Trap-door Spider — 261
Trees — 109
Trillium — 166
Tropidonotus — 135
Trumpet-flower — 59
Turtles— 97, 111, 137, 215
Twilight— 33, 35, 37
Twisted-stalk — 131
Twin-flower — 176, 272
Tyrannus — 220
Vanessa huntera — 65
antiopa — 80, 9 3
Velvet Cloak — 43, 47, 73, 92
Velvet Plant — 66
Verdin— 78, 199, 234
Vernal Grass — 164
Veronica — 25
Vespa — 254
Vesta — 206
Vetch Blue— 28
Violet — 24, 43, 73, 78
Virgin's Bower — 156
Wandering Jew — 28
Warbler, Audubon — 238
Prothonotary — 257
Summer — 238, 241
Yellow-throat — 64, 78, 238
Wasp — 91, 92, 161, 230
Water Boatman — 132
Water-lily — 125, 127
Water Nymph — 131
Water Scorpion — 126
Water-shield — 125
Water Strider— 135
Water Target — 125
Waxwing, Bohemian — 199
Weasel— 110, 187, 237, 238
Whip-poor-will — 23, 225
Willow— 47, 64, 130, 137 .
Willow Herb — 66, 101
Wind Flower— 132, 156, 167
Wintergreen — 186-7, 262
Woodchuck — 229
Woodcock — 141
Wood Duck— 136
Wood-nymph — 80
Woodpecker — 253
Wood Pewee— 79, 242
Wood Rat— 33, 201, 234
Woolly Bear Caterpillar — 44, 109, 110
Wren— 98, 230
House — 60
Long-billed Marsh — 233
Winter— 192, 199
Yarrow— 106, 111
Yellow Jacket— 92, 254
Yerba Buena — 130
Mansa — 94
Yew, Pacific— 125